Inside, the air was sterile and cold. The hallway stretched out before him, a sterile white tunnel broken by the red blinking eyes of security cameras. Kael moved. He didn't run; he flowed. He moved with a fluid, boneless grace that earned him his callsign. He slid under the sweeping gaze of a laser grid, twisted mid-air to avoid a pressure plate, and flattened himself against the ceiling to bypass a patrolling drone.