The Antidote and the Architect of the Future
Armed with that final letter, Sevgül wasted no time and lunged toward the steel safe on the opposite wall. She violently ripped the serum tube from her left wrist. Fresh blood oozed from where the needle slipped out, dripping onto her torn emerald dress. Reaching the safe, her trembling, bloodied fingers pressed the digital keys: 7 – 4 – 9 – 2 – S – B.
The heavy steel door of the safe swung open with a massive mechanical sound. Inside, resting in a transparent tube, was a syringe filled with a blue antidote. Sevgül grabbed the syringe plunger and, without a second thought, plunged it deep into the flesh above her right thigh bone. The instant the antidote entered her bloodstream, the tightness in her heart and that deadly chill gave way to a w
