As Cara led the mob to the lab, she heard another group approaching. Their angry shouts were echoing through the cold hallways, and it made her body tingle with excitement. She was winning. She knew it. She could feel it. When they turned the corner, Cara couldn’t help but grin. The leaders stepped forward holding several men in lab coats bound with zip ties and rope. The prisoners hadn’t been subjected to the kindest treatment, their faces were bloodied and bruised, their clothes dirty and tattered. Cara’s eyes scanned the captives, then finally settled on that chauvinistic security guard she’d met earlier. Shock grew on his face as he realized who she was.
“Take them to the holding cells,” Cara ordered, gazing into the security guard's eyes without blinking. “And anyone else you find. W
