Chapter 42
The lab was chaos.
Gunfire echoed off the walls. Sparks shot from severed cables above, and the air stank of burnt circuitry and something far worse, boiling biofluid. Clones twitched and spasmed on the floor, their mechanical bodies attempting to reboot, but the connection was gone. And Mila's fingers danced across the cracked terminal, her brows furrowed in concentration.
Ronan, barely standing with Karla's support, stared at the wreckage around him. His mind struggled to process it all. His system had somehow sent a message. Meaning his system wasn't completely under the boss's control...and more than anything....the system had protected him once again. But still, it refused to turn on, something was wrong.
"The guards. There were dozens outside. Armed to the teeth. How the hell did you guys even make it this far?" Ronan asked.
Karla's mouth twitched into a smirk, though her eyes stayed sharp, scanning the area. "Taken care of."
