The woman's voice was a strained, guttural sound.
Several syringes shot out from the partitioned room. Aurora Sinclair tried to dodge, but a figure grabbed her and held her tight.
A needle struck her shoulder.
"Aurora—" Alvin Morgan yanked hard on the handcuffs, the desperation in his voice startling Eugene Morgan.
One of his hands was already bleeding from the chafing handcuffs, but he continued to struggle madly against his restraints.
He had never seen Alvin Morgan like this. Growing up, Alvin had always been calm, rational, and composed.
Exceptionally brilliant, but lacking a human touch.
"Aurora—Aurora—"
Aurora Sinclair swayed twice before collapsing in front of him.
"Aurora—"
Alvin Morgan finally broke free of the handcuffs. He swept her into his arms, holding her tightly, and glared viciously at the people in the room. "You all deserve to die—"
A red light glowed on his wrist. Eugene Morgan pulled out a detonator. "Stop! Do you hear me? I said stop! She's not dead—"
