On-screen, glass chambers shattered, women collapsed, sobbing. Children stared in stunned disbelief as armed guards carried them away from tables that should never have existed.
One of the rescued girls looked directly into the camera; her eyes were still glowing.
She lifted a trembling hand and pressed it to the glass, mirroring me.
Something inside my chest broke open.
The second and third sites fell too. Though the second lab fought dirtier. It was beneath a university annex, disguised behind research permits and ethics boards signed by men who would later deny everything.
The guards here were trained.
They moved in coordinated units, using the corridors as kill zones, their strobe lights flickered as emergency systems activated, turning every movement into disorienting flashes of red and white.
Adrian entered the fray himself this time, and two guards rushed him at once.
He didn't fire.
