Two stone-faced Elites stood by the elevator, keeping the metal door open. Before we stepped inside, Dr. Michael Dean said, “Shoot to kill.” The sound of breaking glass behind me was like needle stabs inside my heart.
My insides shouted for me to do something, yet I was unable but to follow Dr. Dean like an obedient dog. I was surrounded by four guards, not counting Dr. Dean.
They were all armed to the teeth and, upon closer examination, all of their blue-smudged auras had darker rings surrounding them, like they were encased in dark-colored plastic bags.
There were still several people in the lobby, talking excitedly. Staff members set about to calm those with frayed nerves while wailing children were kept close with firm grips.
Those who saw us marching shut up, and soon there were o
