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Morgan had expected some kind of historic dungeon, but this was a state-of-the-art medical research lab. They had known of Luis Rey’s ties to the military but what he did here must be directly under the auspices of government, and only a stone’s throw from the Silicon Valley billionaires who chased immortality at any price.
The lab was compact, the ceiling low and hung with silver ventilation ducts and metallic pipes. Morgan didn’t know what most of the medical equipment was for, but that wasn’t what caught her eye.
On one side of the room, a row of four bodies lay on metal gurneys, three male, one female, all young, all strapped down and all showing signs of violent death. They had been shot in the head recently. Powerful vents whooshed as they conditioned the air but the room still
