Chapter 1 - The Hidden Port The assistant reached out to grab the little girl by the collar of her worn jacket.
She was entirely too fast for him, ducking under his arm with the practiced speed of a street survivor.
She threw herself onto the cold marble floor directly next to the dying boy.
Richard Harrison raised his hand to push her away, terrified that her dirty hands would introduce an infection to his fragile son.
The little girl ignored his warning completely and reached straight into the highly complex medical bag attached to the wheelchair.
She bypassed the expensive medications and monitors that the billionaire had paid millions of dollars to acquire.
Her tiny fingers dug deep into the bottom pouch and retrieved a small, unassuming silver tube.
None of the paralyzed adults in the airport terminal had even known that specific tube existed.
She jammed the metal cylinder into a hidden emergency port on the side of the boy's oxygen regulator.
She twisted it violently to the right until a loud, mechanical hiss echoed through the silent boarding area.
Pure, pressurized oxygen immediately flooded into Ethan's plastic mask.
The dying boy took a massive, shuddering breath that sounded like a drowning victim finally breaking the surface of the water.
The terrifying blue color began to rapidly fade from his lips, replaced by a healthy, flushed pink.
Richard fell back on his heels, staring at the seven-year-old girl in absolute, bewildered shock.
He asked her in a trembling voice how she could possibly know about the classified override protocols of a prototype medical chair.
The girl did not offer him a single word of explanation.
She scrambled backward, her yarn-tied shoes slipping against the polished airport floor.
She turned and bolted away into the dense crowd of panicked passengers.
As she sprinted past a row of metal benches, a folded piece of glossy paper fell out of her patched pocket.
Richard lunged forward and grabbed the paper from the ground.
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He unfolded it slowly, his heart stopping completely as he looked at the image.
It was a pristine photograph of his late wife, and she was holding a baby girl who possessed the exact same unruly brown hair.
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