The hum of the facility's machines still echoed in Emily's ears as they made their way out.
The revelation of her past weighed on her like a lead vest, but she couldn't afford to slow down.
That was who she had been, not Emily, not the resistance leader, but a weapon molded for a purpose she had never agreed to.
And now, the people who had erased her identity wanted her back to clean up their unfinished business.
Her mentor,Her partner. Someone she had once trusted with her life.
Now, he was the enemy and she was the only one who could stop him.
"We need to get out of here before they track us," Lena said, gripping her rifle as they hurried through the dimly lit corridors.
"Hale, how long before they realize you used your old credentials?"
"Not long," Hale admitted. "I was hoping we'd have more time, but once they detect my access logs, they'll know where we are."
Emily clenched her fists. "Then we need to move."
