Memecah Isolasi Dahlia
I drew a sharp, wheezing breath. The evaporating smell of metal and sweat from my own body filled the respirator mask, which now felt like an extra burden. I had walked into hell, and with every step of my military boot across the marble floor of Isolation Unit Alpha-312, it felt like the tolling of a hammer counting down the remainder of my life.
"Juri, verify Marcos's access key," I ordered, my voice hoarse.
"Key verified, Jax. The Ethereal encryption protocol on that chip opens the second layer gate. You have less than forty seconds before the central system recognizes a manual bypass in this sector," Juri reported via my bone contact.
I pressed the microchip—still smeared with Marcos's residual blood—onto the identity panel in front of the giant steel door la
