Chapter 8 - The Forgotten Prison
The long drive to the isolated, freezing mountains was tense and completely silent inside the armored transport vehicle.
Lucia sat quietly in the back seat, nursing a superficial cut on her arm and praying for a peaceful resolution.
Nora stared blankly out the dark window, struggling deeply to process the overwhelming fact that she suddenly had a real family.
They finally arrived at the towering, decaying iron gates of the creepy, abandoned mountain asylum.
Victor's elite Shadow Unit silently and efficiently neutralized the few armed sentries patrolling the snowy perimeter.
They aggressively breached the heavy wooden front doors with explosives and entered the dark, decaying building.
The freezing air inside was incredibly stale, smelling strongly of black mold and harsh chemical antiseptics.
They navigated the dark, winding, terrifying corridors directly down to the maximum-security basement wing.
Victor found a heavily reinforced steel door locked with a massive chain and violently shot the padlock off.
Inside the damp, windowless concrete cell sat a fragile, shivering woman with striking, heartbreakingly familiar features.
Victor dropped his heavy weapon to the floor and fell to his knees, weeping uncontrollably like a lost child.
The frail woman looked up slowly, her hollow, tired eyes slowly filling with beautiful recognition and warm tears.
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She reached out her trembling, thin hand to gently touch Victor's scarred, crying face.
Then she looked past him in absolute terror, her eyes locking onto Silas, who was standing in the open doorway holding a blinking detonator.
