The ground trembled beneath us, a deep, guttural roar shaking the walls of what remained of the Deep Vault. The air reeked of burning metal and ozone, a byproduct of the facility tearing itself apart from the inside.
Kane pushed herself up, wiping dust from her face. "We need to move. Now."
I barely heard her. My head was pounding—no, splitting—as a flood of images surged through my mind. Too fast, too chaotic.
A city skyline drenched in golden light—
A hand gripping mine, smaller, familiar—
Gunfire in a place I’d never been—
I staggered, gripping my skull as the visions pulsed through me like an electric current.
Kane grabbed my arm. "Tony! Snap out of it!"
I gasped, my knees buckling, but she held me steady. "What—" My own voice felt distant. "What is happening to me?"
She didn’
