Clift ended the transmission with a soft click, then angled his gaze toward the reinforced glass of the capsule chamber. Beyond it stood another sealed enclosure, a room covered with glass, and inside, three men were strapped upright to metal platforms that resembled vertical beds. Thick cables burrowed into their spines and skulls, snaking upward to merge with the humming machinery that surrounded them.
Outside the glass room, Igor stood watching, his jaw tight as he scrolled through the data on his tablet. A second scientist moved with clinical detachment, injecting a clear serum into the arm of one of the restrained subjects.
Next to Igor stood a striking woman locked in a tense argument with him, and Clift recognized the woman as Elena Reynolds. Even beneath the unforgiving fluorescent lights, her beauty was unmistakable.
