And now they want Hannah.
The lead soldier finally speaks again.
“You were instructed never to say that name aloud.”
Gabriel’s eyes go cold.
“You should’ve killed me properly then.”
Oh, this just became a nightmare.
Beside me, Hannah whispers quietly—
“What the hell did they do to me?”
25
Hannah
Nobody answers me.
Not Clay.
Not Russ.
Not even Gabriel.
Which tells me everything.
Because whatever Sentinel is—
It’s bad enough that trained operatives suddenly don’t know what to say.
The loading dock burns around us in pieces while smoke curls through broken concrete and gunfire echoes across the river district outside.
But inside?
Everything has narrowed down to one horrifying truth.
These people want me alive.
And that somehow feels worse than being killed.
The Sentinel operative watches me through the black mask.
Expressionless.
Inhuman.
“You were not informed of the program parameters,” he says calmly.
Program.
I hate that word now.
“What program?” I demand.
No answer.
