"What are you doing here?" I demanded, my weapon still trained on Hugo's chest. My mind was racing, trying to reconcile the man who'd abandoned his family with the figure standing calmly in this laboratory during a military raid.
Hugo chuckled—a dry, clinical sound that held no real humor. "Oh, Reynard. You already know the answer to that question. Don't insult both our intelligences by pretending otherwise."
Deduction was working overtime, piecing together fragments. Hugo Vale. Lead researcher for NovaCore. Present in this laboratory during the World President's operations. Not evacuating despite the raid.
But I didn't want to believe the conclusion forming in my mind.
"You're working for them," I said, my finger tightening on the trigger. "The World President. You're one of their researchers."
