"You're holding it?" Kael asked, his voice barely a whisper.
He turned the dial. The device was old—nearly fifty years past its manufacturing date. The screen flickered to life, casting a sickly green glow over Kael’s face. gar-328
Kael sat in the silence of the red-lit room, the only sound the steady, rhythmic hum of the GAR-328. He reached out and touched the cold metal casing. "You're holding it