As we made our way closer to the elevator, Alex said. “Ryder, listen. A few years ago, when I was digging into the virus research, I came across this lab. This place—it’s not just a casino. It’s a front, a cover for something much darker.”
I looked at him in the eyes and asked. “And you’re sure this is the same place?”
Alex nodded. “Positive. The lab is underground, accessible only through that elevator. But getting there isn’t as simple as walking in.”
I looked at the two guards stationed by the elevator; they don't look like an ordinary security. “So, how do we get past them? If money doesn’t open the door, I believe in my fists.”
Alex grabbed my arm, stopping me from moving forward to them. “That’s a bad idea,” he said, his tone sharp. “These guys? They’re not just bouncers. They’re
