Chapter 13 The Price Of Mercy
- The hallway bled into a room filled with sterile white light almost clinical, like a lab. Cold air hissed from unseen vents, and the walls were lined with metal lockers. In the center stood a glass chamber.
- Inside the chamber was a man.
- Not one of them. A stranger. Disheveled, bruised, and restrained by metal cuffs. His face was half shadowed, eyes dazed.