Chairman Crain's POV
I watched them on the security monitors from my control room on the third floor, and I felt satisfaction wash over me as I saw the panic in their eyes.
Twenty-eight minutes remained on the countdown timer that blinked red on every screen in front of me, and I knew they could see identical timers throughout the house.
My brother Marcus was trying to break down the front door while David slumped in his wheelchair, barely conscious from the effort of nearly shooting himself.
Maria crawled across the floor toward her children, her muscles still weak from eighteen years of forced hibernation.
And Rebecca stood in the middle of them all, pretending to be their savior when I knew she was just another player in my game.
"You think you can find me?" I spoke into the microphone that broadcast my voice throughout the entire house. "You think Rebecca knows where I'm hiding?"
