The Old Metro Station in Coldwater had been abandoned since the '90s. To the average citizen, it was a ruin of graffiti and rusted turnstiles. To the Board, it was Black-Site 4, a subterranean interrogation facility where people like my father were turned into assets.
In the original timeline, we spent three chapters planning this raid. We scrounged for blueprints. We lost two Iron Wolves breaching the perimeter.
Tonight, we pulled the stolen Grey-Claw SUV right up to the service entrance.
"Guard shift change is in thirty seconds," Dax said, checking his watch. "Two men on the loading dock. One inside the booth. The camera on the northwest corner has a three-second lag."
"And the door code is 7734," I added, typing on my laptop as I connected to the station’s external node. "It hasn't
