Two heavy blast doors separated the inte

man, pale and still, tubes running into her arms and throat.

their foreheads. The lead doctor, Dr. Vance, was barking orders.

ors. The numbers clicked in h

o face Hartwell. "If he pushes that ne

al. He grabbed her wrist, his gri

her voice hard, not flinch

A street rat giving medical advice." She pointed a manicured finger at Evie. "Dr. Vanc

nce lifted the syringe,

racy into the cluster of nerves on the inside of his wrist. Hartwell's grip spasmed open for a split second, a purely reflexive acti

as

ugh the speakers in the sterile room. "Stop the inje

nd jerked to a stop. He glared at the gl

aphic markers so fast the words blurred together. "Defibrillatio

That's impossible to diagnose wit

and at the guards. "

he wall. Evie's eyes went cold. She dropped her center of gravi

ll's voice was a guns

go instantly,

face for any sign of a bluff. Beatrice stamped her foot. "Hartwell! If y

e. He reached for the intercom. "Dr. V

rough, heavy with the weight of a

he smirked, then reached out and hit the