The Operating RoomLana's POV"Lie down on the table. Face down."Elena's voice was clinical. Detached. Like she was ordering coffee, not preparing to cut into my spine."Please," I said. "Don't do this. There has to be another way.""There is no other way. The chip is embedded. It needs to come out. Now lie down or I shoot Margaret in the knee."I heard Margaret whimper through her gag.Derrick's hand found mine. "It's okay. I'll be right here. I won't let anything happen to you.""You can't promise that.""I know. But I'm promising anyway."I let him guide me to the operating table. The surface was cold. Hard. I lay face down, my cheek pressed against sterile paper."Strap her down," Elena ordered."That's not necessary," Derrick protested."It is if she moves during surgery. Strap her down. Wrists and ankles."Hands grabbed my arms. Pulled them to the sides. Leather straps tightened around my wrists. Then my ankles. I was trapped. Completely helpless.Panic clawed at my throat. "I
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