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everywhere
and I do something stupid.
I punch the door.
In one instant my mind catches up to my muscle and I
brace myself for the impact of steel on skin, ready to feel
the agony of shattering every bone in my right arm. But my
fist flies through 12 inches of steel like it’s made of butter.
I’m stunned. I harness the same volatile energy and kick my
foot through the door. I use my hands to rip the steel to
shreds, clawing my way through the metal like a wild
animal.
It’s incredible. Exhilarating. Completely feral.
This must be how I broke through the concrete in Warner’s
torture chamber. Which means I still have no idea how I
broke through the concrete in Warner’s torture chamber.
I climb through the hole I’ve created and slip into the
shadows. It’s not hard. The entire place is cloaked in
darkness. There are no lights, no sounds of machines or
electricity. Just another abandoned warehouse left to the
elements.
I check the floors but there’s no sign of blood. My heart
soars and plummets at the same time. I need him to be
okay. I need him to be alive. Adam is not dead. He can’t be.
Adam promised James he’d come back for him.
He’d never break that promise.
I move slowly at first, wary, worried that there might be
soldiers around, but it doesn’t take long for me to realize
there’s no sound of life in this building. I decide to run.
I tuck caution in my pocket and hope I can reach for it if I
need to. I’m flying through doors, spinning around turns,
drinking in every detail. This building wasn’t just a
warehouse. It was a factory.
Old machines clutter the walls, conveyor belts are frozen
in place, thousands of boxes of inventory stacked
precariously in tall heaps. I hear a small breath, a stifled
cough.