CHAPTER 88
The cabin of the truck went deathly silent, the only sound the ticking of the cooling engine and the frantic, shallow breathing of the four agents inside.
"Whose voice was that?" Miller hissed, his rifle barrel shaking as he aimed it at the roof. “That did not sound like the Commander. Ryle’s flatlined on the screen!”
“Do not… open… the door…” The voice came again, a wet, gravelly rasp that sounded like it was being dragged over broken glass.
Lauren’s heart hammered against her ribs. That voice—it was distorted, ruined by pain, but it carried a cadence she knew in her marrow. Before Finn could stop her, she lunged for the back door handle.
"Lauren, no! It is a trap!” Finn yelled, grabbing her waist.
“Get off me!” she roared, her grief turning into a wild, feral energy. She
