Chapter 3 - The Underground Maze
I stared at the blinking green dot on the tracker, my grief instantly transforming into burning rage.
My parents were intentionally faking Rosie's death to legally erase her existence and steal her babies without interference.
Ben carefully cracked open the door of the laundry closet to check the hallway for patrolling guards.
The corridor was completely empty, allowing us to slip quietly out of our hiding place.
We followed the digital signal toward a heavy freight elevator marked strictly for authorized personnel only.
Ben used a stolen keycard he had swiped from the fallen guard during our earlier scuffle.
The elevator doors groaned open, and we stepped into the cold, metallic box.
We descended far past the public floors, plunging deep into the subterranean levels of the massive medical complex.
The doors slid apart to reveal a stark, white corridor that smelled intensely of bleach and powerful antiseptics.
We crept silently along the wall, guided entirely by the precise signal from Ben's handheld device.
We peered through a small glass window set into a set of reinforced steel double doors.
Inside the sprawling, high-tech laboratory, Rosie was lying unconscious on a surgical table.
She was breathing steadily through an oxygen mask, completely unaware of the nightmare surrounding her.
On the other side of the sterile room, two tiny, perfectly healthy babies were resting inside state-of-the-art incubators.
I let out a quiet gasp of profound relief seeing that the twins were safely delivered and alive.
A tall doctor in a white lab coat was meticulously preparing a series of strange, glowing vials near the incubators.
He picked up a large medical syringe and began walking slowly toward my sleeping sister.
Ben frantically tried the door handle, but the heavy electronic magnetic lock refused to budge.
I searched the nearby walls and found a heavy red emergency fire ax resting behind a pane of breakable glass.
I shattered the glass with my elbow, ignoring the sharp pain as a shard sliced my skin.
I handed the heavy ax to Ben, who immediately began swinging it violently against the electronic locking mechanism.
The doctor inside the room turned around in shock, dropping the deadly syringe onto the floor.
But before we could breach the room, a familiar voice echoed from the dark end of the hallway behind us.
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"You really should have just stayed in the waiting room, sweetheart," the voice said coldly.
I spun around and saw my fiance, David, standing in the shadows with a loaded gun pointed directly at my chest.
