Chapter 7 - The Living Map
The ceiling vents in the main laboratory hissed loudly, aggressively pumping highly flammable gas into the enclosed room.
Luka broke the neck of the final tactical guard, dropping the heavy body onto the pristine white floor.
He looked up at the observation deck, breathing heavily, completely trapped in the center of the toxic room.
"You really should have minded your own business, Moretti," David mocked through the speakers, his finger hovering over the ignition button.
I screamed and pounded my fists desperately against the thick glass window of the panic room.
I could not simply watch the man who saved my daughter burn to death in front of me.
Luka stood perfectly still in the center of the room, slowly removing his heavy tactical vest and his black shirt.
The incredibly intricate, dark tattoos covering his entire torso were finally fully exposed to the bright laboratory lights.
David stared down at the security monitors, his arrogant smile vanishing instantly into a mask of pure, unadulterated shock.
The tattoos were not random gang symbols or artistic designs.
They were incredibly detailed, microscopic chemical formulas and advanced genetic sequencing diagrams.
"My father did not just create the M-17 cure, David," I whispered in awe, realizing the absolute genius of the plan.
Luka was a living, breathing blueprint of the greatest medical breakthrough in human history.
"If you burn me, David, the completed formula burns entirely with me," Luka shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the gas-filled room.
David panicked entirely, pulling his hand violently away from the ignition switch to save his only chance at survival.
He aggressively grabbed my father by the collar and dragged him toward the secure elevator leading down to the lab floor.
David wanted the formula so desperately that he was willing to risk confronting a lethal enforcer face-to-face.
Luka used the crucial distraction to grab a heavy fire extinguisher from the wall and smash it violently into the main electrical conduit.
The entire laboratory plunged into absolute pitch-black darkness as the main power grid completely failed.
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I heard the agonizing screams of a brutal physical struggle echoing terrifyingly in the dark immediately outside the vault door.
Then, a heavy, bloody hand suddenly slapped directly against the glass window separating me from the chaos.
