Lena’s blood cooled. 37.2 degrees was not a server temperature. It was human.
“Show me the physical location,” she ordered.
Kai pulled up a facility map. Rack RD8503 was a tomb—encased in fire-suppressant foam after a coolant leak in ’09. But PA671 wasn’t inside the rack. It was three meters to the left. Inside a wall.
And for the first time in her life, she whispered into the terminal: “I see you. Hold on.”
Lena turned to Kai. “Get me a line to the old grid. Now.”