They drove through the night.
Rina slept in the back of the van.
Elena stared out at the desert.
Julian’s band buzzed.
Not the Dreamer.
Something else.
Static crackled through the speaker.
Then a voice came through.
Weak.
Broken.
“Help... please... anyone...”
Julian sat up straighter.
“Who is this?”
The voice crackled again.
“Experiment Seven... they left me... underground...”
The signal died.
Cross grabbed the tablet and started checking the source.
“That signal came from New Mexico. An old military base. Completely off the grid.”
Dara frowned.
“How many people are down there?”
Cross looked up.
“The voice mentioned Experiment Seven. That was the last experiment before the Protocol. We thought everyone died.”
“Looks like someone survived,” Elena said.
...
The Base
