The door lock released with a heavy metal clunk after Dr. Davis left, and two guards stepped in like the room belonged to them now that the white coats were gone.
Sera lifted her head, the corners of her mouth pulling into a dry curve. "Oh, good. And here was me thinking that we were done. I guess when Dr. Orhan says that we are finished for now, she is really just talking about herself," she drawled. "Apparently I'm just getting started."
Neither guard bothered with a smile or to waste their words replying.
One moved to the chair and unlatched the floor bracket that held her restraints; the other waited with fresh ties looped around his gloved fingers. Up close, their gear smelled like cold fabric and disinfectant, with a faint bite of gun oil beneath.
"The initial readings are done," the taller guard informed her, tone even and practiced, like he had used these words a hundred times on a hundred bodies. "Baseline confirmed. Now they need imaging and tissue samples."
