“He’s trying to disappear.”
No.
Not disappear.
Relocate.
Restart somewhere else.
Clay immediately looks at me.
“How do we stop it?”
The question hits harder than it should.
Because the answer rises inside me instantly.
A memory.
Not complete.
But enough.
“There’s a central transit system,” I whisper.
Everyone turns toward me.
I stare at the map as pieces begin clicking together inside my head.
“Underground rail lines.”
Gabriel’s eyes widen slightly.
“You remember that?”
Bits and pieces flash violently through my mind.
Doctors.
Armed escorts.
Children transported in sealed compartments.
No windows.
No voices.
No sunlight.
“They move subjects between facilities underground.”
My voice starts shaking again.
“Romania wasn’t the only site.”
Silence.
Heavy.
