Vane grunted. “They’re all clear, doc.”
Chen’s body went rigid. His eyes flew open, but they weren't Chen's eyes anymore. They were older, colder, scanning the room as if it were a kill box. His breathing slowed to a predator’s rhythm. His hands, once soft and clean, curled into the exact grip of a knife-fighter. sdsi-008
“You made a copy,” said the thing that had been Chen. “But you forgot one thing, doctor. A key doesn’t just open a door. It lets something out .” Vane grunted
“Then pick the worst one.”
“We are ready, Dr. Thorne,” said a voice over the intercom. General Hollis. A man made of starched cotton and impatience. Vane grunted. “They’re all clear