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    Raegan ignored it all. Her objective was fixed on a single point — the core control room. Once she seized it, she could abort the self-destruct protocol and secure irrefutable proof of Cooper Group’s human experimentation.


    “Stop her! Do not let her reach the control panel!”


    Two Cooper Group security guards swung their weapons up and opened fire. Raegan dropped into a sharp tactical roll, bullets tearing past where she had stood a moment before, then snapped off two calcted shots.


    Bang. Bang.


    Both guards copsed instantly. She did not slow, vaulting past their falling bodies without a second nce.


    The distance closed rapidly. The control room loomed directly ahead. Through the thick bulletproof ss, a single figure stood inside — an older supervisor, gray hair slicked back, wire-framed sses perched firmly on his nose. Loyalty to Kolton radiated from him unmistakably, his stare burning with a fanatical devotion that bordered on madness.


    As Raegan barreled toward him, he did not retreat. His lips curled into a cruel, unwavering grin. “Mr. Cooper made it clear no one was taking anything from this ce,” he yelled, conviction sharpening every word.


    In the next breath, he spun and bolted for the central console. There, beneath a transparent protective cover, sat a ring red button — theboratory’s self-destruct trigger. The moment it was activated, explosives embedded deep within the building’s structural columns would erupt, erasing everything: the gruesome experiment records, the lists of victims who had vanished here.


    “No!” Raegan’s pupils contracted violently, her vision narrowing to a single point.


    She was still nearly twenty yards away. A reinforced ss barrier stood between them, thick and unyielding. Was she already out of time?


    No. She refused to ept that.


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    In that fraction of a heartbeat, Raegan acted without the slightest hesitation, raising her weapon even as her boots thundered forward. There was no window left to line up a shot. She surrendered entirely to instinct — the kind honed through endless brushes with death.


    Bang.


    Muzzle sh erupted from the barrel. The round tore free, screaming through the air as it smashed through the bulletproof ss and hurtled straight toward the deranged supervisor. It was her only opening — thest gamble she had left to stake everything on.


    The bullet tore through the air with searing heat, striking the crazed supervisor squarely in the back.


    A sickening, wet thud echoed through the room. The impact jolted his entire body — he lurched forward, mmed into the cold white control panel, and copsed against it.


    He wasn’t dead. A surge of adrenaline drowned out the pain, holding him upright for a few stolen seconds. In that narrowing world, his eyes locked onto a single point.


    The red button. That was his mission. His family’s lifeline.


    With a feral roar wed from deep in his chest, he forced out thest of his strength and mmed his hand against the transparent cover. With a click, the protective casing snapped open. The button — capable of erasing everything —y exposed. Just one press. Only a fraction of movement was needed.


    “Stop!” Raegan’s heart mmed against her ribs, her pupils contracting to pinpricks. Her submachine gun erupted again as she charged forward, firing wildly. She couldn’t let him touch it.


    But the old man seemed deaf to pain, blind to death. His gaze was unfocused yet frighteningly resolute. With stubborn, inhuman will, he raised his arm, intent on mming the button even if it killed him. Even in death, he would destroy theb.


    Time stretched thin.


    In his fading consciousness, a single image surfaced — a family portrait. His wife, Kathy Fuller. His daughter, Annabelle Fuller. Kathy worked at a private hospital. Annabelle attended a private school. Both were employed and enrolled through Cooper Group.


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