Thirteen
‘Excuse me, miss. You’re needed in the medical wing.’
Hannah spun around, meeting the cool grey eyes of the blond warden who had led them to the training barracks the night before. He displayed none of the distaste shown by the wardens who had barged in while they were cleaning up after breakfast. Those wardens had made no effort to hide their disdain as they demanded she hand over the vaccine and the equipment she’d used to make it.
Hannah stiffened at the memory of how she had been brushed aside, her concerns for the way the wardens handled the sensitive materials ignored. ‘Sorry, Lieutenant, but it was made quite clear to me that I was no longer allowed to be involved in the making of my vaccine.’
Jackson had been on a tour of Harlington, at Captain Murphy’s insistence. Jus
