Chapter 120

An unseen hand rips the black bag from my head.

My head on a swivel, the world shaping into a sophisticated underground arena. Two tiers of high-tech command stations sprawl across the vast chamber, their screens aglow with shifting data like something out of a sci-fi thriller. Black-clad commandos guard every entry point—some stationed above on the catwalks. Below, smartly dressed agents move with purpose.

Someone nudges me forward and I follow my escort. At the head of the expansive chamber, a picture of my face dominates the gigantic monitor along with profiles of my family.

The glass-walled office looms over everything, a dystopian command center encased in sleek transparency. Inside, a woman waits. White-blond hair, ice-chip eyes, a suit so sharply tailored it looks sculpted.