Not operatives.
Not survivors.
People.
Gabriel opens the SUV door slowly and turns toward me.
“You coming?”
I try to move.
The second I stand—
the world tilts violently sideways.
Oh no.
Pain detonates behind my eyes so hard I gasp.
The warehouse flickers.
For one horrifying second—
I’m not in the garage anymore.
I’m back underground.
Cold concrete beneath my knees.
Children lined against walls.
Wu standing behind glass.
A voice saying:
“Subject Thirteen experiencing recall resistance.”
I physically stagger.
“Hannah!”
Clay catches me before I hit the ground.
The vision disappears instantly.
Back in the garage.
Rain outside.
Safehouse.
Clay holding me.
My breathing turns ragged.
Gabriel’s face goes pale.
“Oh no.”
