Director Wu looks afraid.
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Clay
Wu sees it.
The exact second hope comes back into the room.
And it terrifies him.
Not the reactor stabilizing.
Not the bunker collapsing.
Not even death.
Hope.
Because hope means control is gone.
Russ hauls Hannah fully onto the reactor platform while I pull her against me so hard I can barely breathe.
She’s shaking.
Burned.
Exhausted.
Alive.
Alive.
I bury my forehead against hers for one broken second while steam hisses around us and reactor alarms continue pulsing through the chamber.
“You scared the hell out of me.”
Her laugh cracks weakly through tears.
“Sorry.”
Not nearly enough apology for almost dying.
Not even close.
But before I can say another word—
Wu moves.
Fast.
Way too fast for a man bleeding out.
He grabs a fallen pistol from beside the reactor railing and swings it upward toward Gabriel.
Of course.
Even now he goes after the evidence.
