LOGINALVIN'S POV"Nobody ever tells me anything."The message sat on my screen, the location pin blinking, the one sentence beneath it sitting there with the patience of something that had been waiting a long time for me to read it.Normally I would have put the phone down. Gone to Viktor or to Tom. Run it through the same cautious process the Trial House had installed in all of us, the instinct to verify before moving.I was tired of being cautious. I was tired of being the last person in every room to understand what everyone else already knew.I put my jacket on and left.The location was twenty minutes on foot, a small park two streets from a canal, the kind of place that emptied completely after dark. I walked it in fifteen, moving fast, checking behind me twice.The bench was empty.I stood there for a moment, I looked around. Nobody.Then I saw it. A tablet, propped against the back of the bench, screen dark, power light blinking. I picked it up. The screen activated the moment my h
GARRETT'S POV"She's going to be alright."Viktor said it from the front seat of the vehicle, watching Clara through the rearview mirror where she sat beside Sarah, her head turned toward the window, the facility disappearing behind us.Nobody disagreed. Nobody had the energy to agree either.I sat in the back corner, watching Michael.Not openly. I had spent enough time inside the Trial House learning to track threats without advertising the tracking. Michael drove the lead vehicle ahead of ours, visible through the windscreen, his shoulders straight, his eyes occasionally finding the rearview mirror.Not looking at the road.Looking at me.Three times in twenty minutes. Each one brief enough that anyone else would have missed it. I didn't miss it.Elizabeth's warning came back with the force of something that had been waiting for the right moment to fully arrive. Michael knows about that night. Don't meet him alone.I looked at my hands.The operation should have felt like a win. Cl
SARAH'S POV"Don't move."Garrett had his weapon up before I finished the sentence. Clara's gun came up simultaneously, pointed directly at him, her stance practiced, unhesitating, the posture of someone who had been trained to respond to threats before her brain finished processing them."Garrett, lower it," I told him. Firm. No room for argument."She's pointing a weapon at me," he replied through his teeth."I know. Lower it anyway."His jaw worked. His arm came down two degrees. Not fully but enough to signal that he was choosing restraint rather than being forced into it.Clara kept hers up.I stepped in front of Garrett, putting myself between both weapons, the most insane position in the room, also the only one that made any sense."Clara." I looked at her directly. "We are not here to hurt you. I promise you that.""Leave," she replied. Cold, flat, the word that carried no interest in negotiation."I lost a sister," I told her. "Her name was Serena. She died because of what wa
SARAH'S POV"Play it again."The convoy had stopped two hundred meters from the facility perimeter. Everyone crowded around my phone screen in the back of the vehicle, the video replaying in the cramped space, Clara's face filling the screen for the third time.Tom leaned in. "The background. Look at the wall behind her." He pointed at a faded marking visible at the frame's edge. "That was recorded inside the facility. Recently." He looked at me. "Within the last three hours.""She's not frightened," Alvin noted from the far seat. "That's not what frightened looks like."He was right. I had been frightened. I knew what it looked like from the inside out. Clara's face in that video carried none of it. Her eyes were steady, her posture composed, the words delivered with the calm of someone reciting something they had decided rather than something they had been forced to say.Michael pointed at the screen. "She was reading."I looked at him. "What?""Her eyes. The movement." He rewound i
ALVIN'S POV"Delete it if you want. I already saw it."Garrett's hand was still on my phone screen, the image gone in the second it took him to swipe and confirm, the action so fast it confirmed everything I needed to know. You didn't delete a photograph that quickly if it didn't matter.He handed the phone back without looking at me."Forget you saw it," he replied. Flat, controlled, the voice he used when he was managing something large."That's not how this works," I replied. "You don't get to delete evidence and tell me to move on." I stepped closer. "What happened that night?"Garrett turned away. Then he picked up the jacket he'd set on the chair, moved toward the door."Garrett."He stopped but didn't turn around. His shoulders carried the weight of something that had been sitting on them long enough to become structural."There are things you don't understand," he replied. He turned enough to look at me sideways. "Michael is involved in this. That's all you need to know right
ALVIN'S POV"Let it go, Alvin."Vera stood at the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching me the way she watched everything in this safe house, with the patience of someone who had survived two Trial House cycles and had consequently run out of tolerance for things that didn't matter."I'm fine," I replied."You've been watching them for ten minutes."Through the common room doorway, Sarah was leaning over Tom's map beside Garrett, their shoulders close, the argument from last night apparently set aside in favour of the operation. Garrett pointed at something on the route. Sarah nodded. Their voices were too low to hear clearly.The sight moved through me in a way I didn't have clean language for. Not pure jealousy. Something more complicated. The feeling of watching a door close on something you weren't certain you wanted but hadn't been ready to stop wanting."He's not what everyone thinks he is," I replied.Vera looked at me. "What does that mean?"I opened my mouth. Then I closed
FRIEDA’S POV I wiped my face roughly with my sleeve. No more crying, no more being the victim.I'd spent so long being controlled, being told what to do, being moved around like a chess piece. I'd forgotten what it felt like to make a real choice.But I have one now.I could cooperate with the auth
ALVIN’S POV"Get up. We need to move now."Serena’s voice thundered through the ringing in my ears. I opened my eyes to black, choking smoke rolling everywhere.My body ached. Burns on my arms, cuts on my face, blood in my mouth, but I was alive.I pushed myself up from the rubble, concrete and twi
GARRETT’S POV"Frieda! Hold on to something!"The headlights behind us blazed brighter, too damn close. My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. The engine roared as I pushed the accelerator to the floor, but whoever was chasing us wasn't backing off."Garrett, who is th
GARRETT’S POV Even though I felt crazy terrified inside, I couldn’t slip up because he was already suspicious. So I remained composed and maintained eye contact as he taunted me with his venomous gaze.“Well then. Do your job, and I’ll get to mine,” he said coldly, slamming the door in my face.The







