Jesus Christ, no.
Wu’s expression hardens.
“Necessary adaptation training.”
The woman screams in fury and charges forward through the smoke.
Absolutely fearless.
Like she’s wanted this moment for years.
Sentinel operatives intercept instantly.
She kills one with a knife before another slams her into the tunnel wall hard enough to crack concrete.
But she keeps fighting.
Bleeding.
Ferocious.
Survival turned into a weapon.
Hannah stares at her in horror.
Because she sees it too.
That woman could’ve been her.
Maybe was her.
Wu finally shoves against my grip.
“Release me.”
I press the knife harder against his throat.
“Not happening.”
Then the woman’s eyes lock onto Hannah.
And everything changes.
Shock flashes across her face.
Real shock.
“Hannah?”
Hannah freezes.
The woman stumbles backward like she’s seeing a ghost.
“Oh my God…”
Her voice breaks.
No.
