We were halfway through the facility when my phone exploded with messages. Not from the boy. From Rebecca.
"Eva, what the hell did you do?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Check the news. Check social media. Check anywhere." Her voice was shaking. Furious. "Someone leaked everything. Every conversation we had about Project Blackstone. Every plan we discussed. Every club we contacted for resistance. It is everywhere."
Subject Seven pulled up news feeds on his phone. I looked over his shoulder and felt my stomach drop.
Headlines screamed across every major outlet:
"BIKER GANG LEADER CLAIMS QUANTUM CONSPIRACY TO AVOID FEDERAL CHARGES"
"EVA MORRISON: CRIMINAL MASTERMIND OR DELUSIONAL FUGITIVE?"
"EXCLUSIVE: RECORDING SHOWS BLACKRIDGE RIDERS PLANNING COORDINATED RESISTANCE AGAINST LAW ENF
