Dr. Frank POV

The room erupted in a collective sigh of relief, but my eyes remained fixed on the monitor, watching the rhythmic beeps of the clone's heart stabilize. Sweat dripped down my forehead, and I wiped it with a shaky hand. I had done it. For now.

"Place her in the tube," I instructed Octane, my voice hoarse but steady.

"Right away, sir," he replied. His team worked in practiced synchrony, carefully transferring the clone's body to the tube. The glass chamber slid closed, sealing her in. The hiss of cooling air filled the room as the tube's temperature dropped, designed to help the clone’s body recover from the...