AMAYA

The screams didn’t stop for a long time.

They echoed through the vents of the facility, a high, thin sound that made my skin crawl.

Morrison’s team rushed toward the containment unit while Alvaro kept his body pressed against mine, shielding me from whatever was happening in the hall.

“Stay here,” Alvaro commanded.

“No,” I said, pulling away. “Javier is already halfway down the hall. I’m not staying behind like a child.”

We followed the noise.

When we reached the lab area, the scene was a mess. Project One was on the floor of his glass cage.

He wasn't shifting, but his body was jerking in ways that didn't...