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He trails off.

“But what?” I ask.

“She died last month.”

“Died of?” I wave my gun at the cells. “That infection?” No one says anything. And this kinda

pisses me off. “Darrel,” I say, crossing the few paces that separate us so that my gun can press against

his head. “I don’t like to repeat myself. So you have two seconds to answer me before—”

“They don’t ever live through the course. They all die. She finished and—”

“She finished what?” Logan asks. And now he’s getting pissed too.

“They finished the treatment and—”

I shoot him.

The only person in the room who screams is the young assistant, but when I turn around to glare at

her, she covers her mouth with both hands and begins to pant into her palms.

I point my gun at the older woman and say, “Get me a list of every single person who has ever

come through this facility.”

She nods her head and says, “Yes, Mr. Boston,” and then scurries off to another computer and

frantically taps on the keyboard.

I turn to Logan as we wait. He raises his eyebrows at me and I shake my head.

“Here,” the older woman says. “This is everyone since the facility opened.”

I walk over to the monitor and start scanning the list.

But it’s in alphabetical order so it only takes a few seconds to find what I’m looking for.

Christina Boston. Trial Successful. Released.

I stare at it for a moment. Just focus on the letters of her name lit up in green text on a black screen.

“I thought Darrel just said they all die.”

“They do now,” Jane says hurriedly. “But… Mrs. Boston was part of the early trials and she…”

“She what?” I snap.

“She… lived, of course. That was before you were born.”

I squint at the monitor and find the date. And sure enough, whatever they were doing to her here, it

was a very long time ago. Probably when she wasn’t much older than the little hazmat girl sitting on

the floor.

Then I look up at the monitors. Ten of them, seven have… prisoners inside. Most of them are in