Chapter 41
His head hurt. It really hurt. There didn’t seem to be a part of it that wasn’t bruised. He’d been unconscious for the trip down from the labs, but from the feel of his battered, aching body, he had to assume it had not been a smooth journey. Eric Bramley sat quietly in his harness. The straps pulled tightly against his shoulders and chest, uncomfortable, but bearable given the alternative options. They were getting out. He couldn’t fully believe it. From the moment he saw those vials hit the floor, he’d known he was dead. When the halon system began sucking away the air he breathed, he’d understood it was the end. When Cross had dragged him from the labs and he’d felt his strength fleeing, his eyes closing, he’d been sure he would never wake up again. Every time he was convinced it wa
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