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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
collapse. The social upheaval. We are preventing
anarchy."
"You're preventing freedom," Evelyn retorted.
"You're keeping people sick for profit."
He merely smiled. "A matter of perspective. Now,
Doctor. Your choice. Cooperation, or… research." He
gestured to the instruments on the tray.
Evelyn looked at the needles, the electrodes, the
cold, gleaming metal. She thought of Mallory. Of
Liam. She wouldn't betray them. She wouldn't let
Deep Rest fall into the hands of this monster.
"You won't get anything from me," she said, her
voice shaking, but her resolve unyielding.
The Director’s smile vanished. "Very well. Begin
the preliminary diagnostics. We need to understand
her neurological baseline. Then, we will proceed." He
turned and exited the room, the white wall sliding shut
behind him.
Evelyn was alone with the two figures in lab coats.
The cage. The instruments. The terrifying prospect of
what was to come.
Liam. On the Run.
Liam O’Connell ran.
His injured ankle stabbed with every stride but the
fear, the raw, visceral terror for Evelyn, propelled him
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