The shrieking wail of the tactical alarm vibrated through the very timber of the walls, a brutal, rhythmic pulse that bathed the bathroom in an ominous crimson glare. Outside the thick, frosted windows, heavy steel armor plating slammed shut with a succession of motorized thuds, completely sealing the master suite off from the upstate night.
Inside the flashing darkness, the air turned entirely to glass.
Vivian’s back slammed against the cold tiled wall of the bathroom, her heart hammering violently against her ribs. Her fingers were white where they gripped the stolen silver flash drive, hiding it against her thigh. She stared at the towering, half-naked figure standing in the shattered doorway.
The revelation from the audio log was still screaming through her mind. *He engineered it a
