“We’re coming!”
The woman nearly collapses.
Hannah tightens her grip. “Stay with me. Please. Just a little farther.”
Please.
That word.
After everything this night has taken from her, she still has softness left.
Sentinel wants to turn her into data.
A program.
A thing.
They have no idea what they’re trying to steal.
We reach the boiler room.
Russ grabs the woman and pulls her inside.
I shove Hannah through next.
Then something slams into my back.
Not a bullet.
A body.
Hard.
Fast.
I hit the floor with a grunt, rolling before the blade can drive into my ribs.
Sentinel operative.
Black mask.
Silent as death.
He comes at me again.
No hesitation.
No wasted movement.
I block his wrist, twist, slam my elbow into his throat.
He barely reacts.
Not human enough.
Not anymore.
Hannah screams my name.
