Back in the outskirts, Brent loaded the final crate into the vehicle. His phone buzzed once.
Unknown Sender: North Corridor access breached. Surveillance down. Estimated interception: 72 hours.
He frowned, then sent out a mass ping to the fallback team.
"Initiate relocation protocol. Burn the site. Scrub all logs."
He stared at the hospital one last time through the rearview mirror as he pulled out.
He knew it wouldn't be the last time he saw it.
But the next time he did…
He wouldn't be the one running.
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The early hours of morning blurred into the hum of equipment and the shifting echoes in the hospital's hollow corridors. Surveillance cameras—installed discreetly by Reynold and Jeric—watched from the shadows, capturing every passing second with silent scrutiny. Reynold crouched beside a utility closet near the once-abandoned supply room, eyes fixed on his tablet screen. The feed from the camera inside the repurposed lab showed nothing unusual—yet.
