The corridors blurred past as Anthony and I ran, boots pounding over tile smeared with blood, dust, and whatever the hell else this place was built on. Evelyn's unconscious form sagged between us, half-dragged, half-carried. Her arms dangled while the sack over her head shifted with every jolt of her body.
I barely felt the pain anymore.
Adrenaline burned it away.
So did rage.
"Cain Protocol," I muttered, voice hot and sharp in the mic. "They turned her. Took her. Broke her. One of the best evaluators in the world and they hollowed her out like she was just a shell."
The stream was still live.
I didn't care.
Let the world hear it.
Let them see.
Anthony shot me a quick look, a warning in his eyes. I shook my head, signaling him to keep moving.
