“Ethan, did you forget the deal we just made? You’re breaking your word!”
More poisonous gas spread rapidly through the chamber. My lungs, already battered, couldn’t hold on. I coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The corrosive air seared my skin in burning streaks. Pain shot through my nerves, wracking me with sweat until I collapsed.
My research—the weapon I once believed would defend my country—was now becoming my tomb.
As my consciousness blurred, my father’s figure seemed to appear before me, reaching out his hand.
I shook my head violently, breaking free of the illusion and forcing clarity back.
No. I would not give in.
Holding my breath, I dragged Margaret up to higher ground, giving her a little more chance at survival.
The effort drained the last of my strength. Gasping for air, I glared fiercely at the surveillance camera.
I knew those two would be watching, treating this as nothing more than a cruel game.
Sure enough, Ethan laughed with abandon:
“Of course I broke my word. What are you going to do about it?”
Chloe chimed in, her voice deliberately sweet:
“Sorry, Rachel, but I don’t want your research anymore. After all, what if you reported me again later? I’m terrified of that.”