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CONNOR
I felt like a caged animal.
I knew where I was. I was at the GenTech research facility outside London. I’d been involved in its design. I knew it was state-of-the-art, an impregnable fortress. There were seven stories, three of which were underground. Security was tight. The security fence was concealed by a high hedge, and armed guards were posted at the gates and patrolled the premises continually. There was no way I would be able to escape.
I knew I was being held prisoner on the lowest level. My twelve-by-fifteen room was much like a jail cell, windowless with drab gray concrete block walls, and only the barest minimum of furnishings. I had a bed, a table, and a tiny bathroom. The door was locked from the outside, with an opening large enough to accommodate meal trays.
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