Ravyn
Consciousness returned slowly, accompanied by the nauseating sway of vehicle movement and the sharp antiseptic smell that had become sickeningly familiar. Ravyn’s head felt stuffed with cotton, her mouth dry as sandpaper, but her mind was gradually clearing from whatever sedative they’d used.
She was lying on a transport gurney inside what looked like a specialized medical vehicle. The windows were tinted, but she could see trees rushing past outside. They were moving fast, and had been for some time based on the ache in her muscles from the restraints.
*How long was I unconscious?*
Four other gurneys were strapped down nearby, each carrying a sedated prisoner. She recognized Elena, the hybrid from cell twelve who had been driven unstable by enhancement experiments. The others we
