Chapter 19: The Breakout
On the third day, she gave them a number. As the interrogator leaned in closely to input it into his tablet, Elena struck. She slipped her wrist from the bloody, loosened restraint, driving her thumbs into his eyes. He screamed, dropping the tablet.
Elena snapped his neck in one fluid motion, a desperate expenditure of her remaining strength. She grabbed his keycard and his sidearm, stumbling out of the interrogation room. Sirens immediately began to wail, bathing the concrete corridors in a pulsing, malevolent red light.
