The alarm was close behind them.
Shadows pulsed across the sterile walls as red lights flashed overhead, as Regan and Lila made their way back to the corridor. An automated voice began counting down in Swedish as the emergency system precisely activated, followed by the lights and loud sirens that reverberated through the hallways. In some ways, the automated security system's icy tone increased its sense of threat.
"Säkerhetsöverträdelse på nivå tre. Inledande lockdown-protokoll."
Regan cursed under his breath, the color draining from his face as he translated the warning. "Security breach on level three. They know we've breached containment."
With the same exacting precision she used to analyze corporate takeovers, Lila’s mind whirled through their options, calculating probabilities
