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I surged forward, my heart driving into my throat as I skimmed my fingers along the smooth, glittering surface. “Go…go where, Riven?” I murmured. “There’s no way inside. There is no way inside.”
No without this door…
There was a smaller gap, one I pressed.
Click.
A section swung inwards, showing a keypad instead. My heart boomed. But the others weren’t calling me anymore. They were silent, giving all their focus to the fight. The jarring sound of gunfire faded as I stepped closer to those numbers. Flickers of a memory rose. One I didn’t want or need in this moment. Still, all I saw was the sensor on that safe in my father’s destroyed study. The one which had held that report. The one I’d tried so hard not to think about. But here it was…pushing to the surface now.
“Trouble!” Riven barked. “Gonna need you to do something here.”
I stared at that keypad.
Medical report for Weyland King.
My fingers trembled as they lifted. In the back of my mind, the numbers sixteen oh-one echoed. I pressed the first digit one, six—CAT Scan evaluation, Glioblastoma Multiforme, Grade IV. My fingers shook so damn hard I couldn’t press the buttons.
“Baby,” Kane urged.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying desperately to force the image of that report away, then opened them once more. Zero-one.
There.
It’s done.
I stared at the keypad, waiting for the click. But it never came. Nothing came.
Agony roared across my chest. I stared at that keypad, waiting for the red blinking light to turn green. Glioblastoma Multiforme, Grade IV…Glioblastoma Multiforme, Grade IV…Glioblastoma Multiforme, Grade IV.
“Helene?” Kane urged.
Crack!
Crack!
CRACK!
It was all I could hear, until that tiny voice inside my head pushed through. Betrayed once more. My throat thickened, so tight I thought I was being strangled. I shook my head and stepped closer. Maybe I put in the wrong code? Maybe I fucked up. I pushed in the code once more.
One.
Six.
Zero.
One.
Nothing. There was nothing. “No.” I shook my head. “No...no…no.”
Movement came from the corner of my eye.
“Look at me.” Kane’s finger under my chin forced my gaze to his. There was dirt on his cheek and his normally perfect hair was dishevelled. Dressed in cargos, boots and a black t-shirt, my Teacher was more like a soldier. Still, that didn’t stop him from dropping everything to keep me together.
“They lied.” I forced out the words. “They all lied.”
Crack!
