Late Night in the Wind Tunnel

The glass observation gallery overlooking the subterranean wind tunnel hung suspended twenty feet above the test section, encased in three layers of bullet-resistant, acoustically dampened polycarbonate. Outside, the rest of London slept beneath a blanket of autumn fog, but inside Level 46 of The Apex, the silence was profound, heavy with the emotional gravity of the night's events. Astrid stood by the reinforced glass, her hands wrapped around the warm…