The Shenandoah facility rose from the mist like a ghost.
Vance parked the truck at the edge of the tree line, killed the engine, and sat in the silence. The facility looked different now. Abandoned. Derelict. The windows were dark, the walls scarred by explosions and neglect. The place where it had all begun.
His father was inside.
Vance got out, his Sig in his hand. His left hand was trembling, the nerve damage flaring with the adrenaline. He ignored it.
He walked toward the facility, each step heavy with memory. The last time he'd been here, he'd shot his father. Or thought he had.
The door was open. A single light burned in the corridor beyond.
Vance stepped inside.
The facility was empty. The corridors were dark, the floors covered in dust and debris. But there were signs of rec
