"Blue again..." he muttered, wiping dust from a shelf near Lucy's primary workstation. Everything about this new department was colour-coded in cold, sapphire light.
He resigned himself to being an orderly for now, but he used the time to map the room's logistics. Lucy was clearly drowning in data.
The sheer volume of scrolls suggested she wasn't just investigating cold cases; she was processing the incoming "V" data in real-time.
Meanwhile, Ramos acted as the bridge, shuttling the physical artefacts into the Inner Vault and returning with the paperwork Lucy needed to verify them.
The early-morning shifts offered another perk: he finally saw the true scale of the Vault Department.
Thomas had assumed the unit was a small, elite group of ten or maybe fifteen superheroes. But as he cleaned the main corridor, he watched the shift change.
