I found Dr. Thorne's private quarters in the lowest basement. It was a stark contrast to the rest of the laboratory. A luxurious office, with thick carpets, a dark wood library, and a large, reinforced bay window that offered an underwater view of the ravine.
And he was there.
Dr. Aris Thorne was a thin man, with greying hair and eyes that shone with a cold, cruel intelligence. He wore an immaculate lab coat.
He was not alone.
He was in holographic communication with someone. The hologram was blurry, the transmission encrypted, but I could make out a figure sitting in an armchair. A familiar figure.
The Director.
My blood ran cold.
"The delivery arrived as scheduled, Director," Dr. Thorne was saying, his voice calm and professional. "The new subjects are of good quality."
