“Hannah was right about you.”
Wu’s eyes shift toward mine.
“You studied humanity your whole life…”
Another step.
“…but you never understood strength.”
Wu tilts his head slightly.
“And what is strength, Clay Vincent?”
Easy.
I glance toward Hannah.
Toward the woman he tried to turn into a weapon.
The woman who chose compassion anyway.
“Choosing people,” I say coldly.
“Even when it hurts.”
Something cold flashes behind Wu’s eyes.
Contempt maybe.
Or jealousy.
Hard to tell with monsters.
The bunker violently lurches again.
Huge cracks split across the reactor corridor ceiling.
Chunks of concrete crash around us.
Gabriel shouts from the terminal:
“I NEED TWO MINUTES!”
We don’t have two minutes.
Wu knows it too.
His thumb slowly shifts against the detonator.
Russ tightens on the trigger instantly.
But none of us have a clean shot.
Too risky.
Too fast.
And Wu smiles because he knows it.
