The alarm was a frantic, screaming thing that seemed to make the very air in the hidden lab vibrate.
On the main holographic display, from the data from Julian's phone,Silas Cross appeared to them.
"What is that?" Leo asked, his voice a high-pitched squeak of pure panic. "How does he know we have the phone".
"Of course he knew, Leo," Clara said, her voice tight, her eyes locked on the screen.
The image on the display changed, the data broadcast cutting away to a live feed.
It was a room.
A sterile, white, and horribly familiar room.
It was The Nursery.
And in the center of the room, seated in a high-tech, metallic chair that was bristling with wires and restraints, was Gideon Thorne.
He was bruised.
He was bloodied.
But he was alive.
And he was defiant.
His gray eyes stared into the camera with a look of cold, unshakeable contempt.
Then, a figure stepped into the frame, moving with a calm, predatory grace.
