~Marcus~
Death had a timeline now. Seventy-three hours, give or take.
I stared at the security feed again showing Elara in Lab 4. The screen in front of me flickered as I pulled up the security protocols for Lab 4. Three guards, two technicians, all enhanced. All with direct reporting lines to Damon. Getting to Elara alone would be nearly impossible.
But I'd learned long ago that "impossible" just meant you weren't desperate enough yet.
My comm unit chimed with a reminder: "Subject Seven transfer to Medical Wing: Escort required." Paul Winters, Elara's father. The man who'd endured eight years of Damon's "improvements" and somehow held onto enough of his humanity to warn his daughter.
An opportunity. I walked out of Observation Room C, almost like running out.
The weight of the data
