The fire in the throne room didn't stay contained. It climbed the data-cables like a living thing, feeding on the high-voltage lines that pumped life into the Red-Queen’s city. As the elevator plummeted toward the ground floor, the shaft shook violently, the emergency brakes screeching against the rails.
"Brace!" Dax roared, pulling me into his chest.
Tank and Sienna were slumped against the back wall, their skin pale and wet from the stasis fluid. Reaper was staring at his hands, flexing his fingers as if seeing them for the first time in six months.
CRASH.
The elevator hit the bottom with a bone-jarring impact. The doors groaned open, revealing the casino floor we had walked through just minutes ago.
It was chaos.
The "drones" the thousands of people strapped into the slot machines
