A low siren pulsed through the antiseptic corridors of Hart Biomedical's Glass Lab—a state‑of‑the‑art facility encased in floor‑to‑ceiling glass and steel. Outside, emergency red lights spun, casting kaleidoscopic reflections against the crystal walls. Eden Lin crouched behind a polished instrument bench, Aiden cradled securely in a specially designed sling, his small hand wrapped around her finger.
Beside her, Leon Hart fastened April's crate into a secure medical transport seat. Dr. Chao hovered, keypad in hand, brow creased with urgency.
**“The backup generators will shut off in three minutes,"** Chao warned. **“Once they do, the lab goes dark and lockdown protocols engage."**
Eden glanced at the ceiling's fiber‑optic joints. **“Our exfil route?"**
Quinn's voice crackled in her earp
