I sat perfectly still on the examination table, letting the new medical team attach monitoring equipment to my arms and chest. The picture of cooperation. The model prisoner.
But behind my calm exterior, I was counting security cameras, memorizing guard rotations, and using my Luna-enhanced hearing to map every corridor and stairwell in the facility.
"Remarkable stability," murmured Dr. Anderson, the lead researcher who'd replaced the fake Dr. Kim after her spectacular betrayal. "Heart rate steady, blood pressure normal. Most subjects show significant stress responses during restraint."
"Maybe I'm just accepting reality," I said, making my voice sound defeated. "You win. Damien wins. I'm ready to cooperate."
Dr. Anderson looked skeptical. "Yesterday you were trying to claw Dr. Cross's face off. Today you're cooperative? Forgive me if I find that hard to believe."
"Yesterday I thought I had options. Today I understand the situation better."
