Page 197 of Black Reign

More skin tears.

My vision goes white for a second.

Then my hand comes free.

I nearly sob.

No time.

I work the other wrist loose and stumble out of the chair.

My knees buckle.

I catch myself against the wall.

The control panel is old.

Cheap.

Barely intelligent.

Good enough.

My fingers shake as I wake it.

I don't need Blackwell.

I don't need police.

I don't need a government.

I need one person.

The only person I know who can find me faster than the people outside this room can move me.

NULL opens.

Barely.

Ugly interface.

No familiar black screen.

Doesn't matter.

I authenticate.

One message.

No games.

No riddles.

No Shakespeare.

No Vesper.

Just me.