CARLSON’S voice sliced through the stale air like a blade.

“And after ending her life, I will end yours,” he snarled, eyes locked on Oswald as he jabbed the cold muzzle of the gun in his direction.

Nathan stiffened, instinctively shifting closer, ready to take whatever might come.

Carlson laughed at the gesture, a cruel sound echoing off the metal walls. He swung the gun back to the temple of the trembling girl strapped to the wheelchair.

“Your thirty minutes is almost over,” he mocked, watching Oswald for any flicker of panic that never came.

Nathan flicked his eyes to his wristwatch, it told him it was already five minutes...