phone cut through the h
The caller ID read: Mount Si
ht to the floor. All the b
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nd was rushed and breathless. "You need to get here no
's sweaty fingers. It hit the
She couldn't breathe. The walls o
m. He bent down, picked up th
w tightening. He hung up and grabbe
ving. Now,"
own the stairs. They burst onto the Broo
s. Alden shoved Emerson into the b
on it," Alden bar
ough the heavy New Y
seat. She bit down on her lower
completely silent. Her chest h
He pulled her tight against his chest, murmuring wo
a halt in front of the
the car even fully stopped. She spri
d rubbing alcohol hit her fa
hing the button for the third
. Emerson ran down th
room and held up her hands,
, but you need to be qui
against the glass windo
al bed. A clear oxygen mask covered his tin
of the room. He held a thick m
. Come with me,
ll into a sterile, wind
id a stack of blood test
pidly," Dr. Finch said. His voice was clinical
black lines on the paper blurred togethe
er working," Dr. Finch continued. "He ne
, his good hand slam
n said. "Expedite the search in th
shook his
etic sequence are extremely rare. There is not
grabbed the edge of the table.
hesitating for a fraction of a second. "It i
her eyes wide and d
" Dr. Finch said. "We can harvest the stem cells from the new
son like a physica
ated. Her brea
red. He clenched his fist
, ruthless face flashed in Emerson's m
e metal legs screeched against the lino
backed away from the tab
s of a private administrative office,
ike shards of ice, locked onto the live audio transcript scrolling acros
ery tremble in her voice, transmitted with brutal clarity directly into his ear. He didn't blink. The muscles
words. That
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