The chaos outside the lab subsided as suddenly as it had erupted…
Leaning against the door, my heart sank with the silence.
They probably couldn't make it out.
Closing my eyes, I slumped against the wall in despair.
So this is what it feels like… despair, anger, frustration, losing control. All these emotions mixed together in a strange cocktail.
"Subject 71 shows no vital signs, Subject 69 executed a suicide attack and has been captured for immediate termination. Alert! Alert! Subjects 63 and 003 have escaped. Alert! Alert!"
Suddenly, alarms blared outside.
I snapped my eyes open, standing up in a rush of excitement.
The leader of the subjects and the newborn made it out?
"Alert, Rebellion Syndicate operatives have breached the facility to extract Subject 63. Alert! Alert!"
I clasped my hands together, peering outside with a surge of hope.
They were saved...
For some reason, I was breathless, my eyes moist with tears.
They made it out!
It was like a ray of light piercing through the darkness…
They made it out!
Two subjects had sacrificed themselves to hold off the mercenaries, allowing Subject 63 to escape with the infant.
I turned to the remaining subjects in the lab.
They all stood at the door, as if seeing a glimmer of hope.
"At any cost, eliminate Subject 63," Naomi ordered again, her voice trembling.
This was a critical incident.
I watched Naomi with a smug satisfaction, sneering. "Once the subjects are exposed, the Gene-Forge Collective's deification project will be unveiled, and hiding will no longer be an option."
This was a disaster for the organization.
Naomi's anger hadn't subsided as she turned to me. "Rebellion Syndicate couldn't find this lab until you showed up… and suddenly, they know where we are, managing a well-timed rescue. Foebe… you're quite the asset."
Naomi suspected I had colluded with Rebellion Syndicate to facilitate Subject 63's escape.
"The lab's security is tight, what could I possibly do to get someone out?" I laughed. She was giving me too much credit.
Naomi approached my cell and suddenly pressed a button outside, releasing gas into my cell. I fell to the ground, struggling to breathe.
"Search her, every inch, see if there's a tracking device!" Naomi suspected me.
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