บททั้งหมดของ He Chose Her, Then Lost Me Forever: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 95

The quiet, dim light inside the steel shipping container felt instantly heavy and suffocating.Noah stood completely still, his eyes glued to the small security screen mounted above the workbench.On the black-and-white digital display, Luke stood in the cold wind of the Newark gravel yard, his arms raised high above his head. His dark coat was torn at the shoulder, and his face was bruised from his fight back at the Manhattan armory.Behind Luke, holding the barrel of a heavy black handgun pressed directly against the base of Luke’s skull, was Subject Zero-Two.Zero-Two looked like Noah’s dark mirror image. He had the same sharp jaw, the same dark blue eyes, and the exact same height. But across his forehead, running from his hairline down to his right eyebrow, was a thick red lotus tattoo that stood out starkly against his pale skin."Noah, don't open that door!" Luke shouted toward the camera, his raspy voice tight with tension. "He brought three Vanguard strike teams with him! The

The cold river spray splashed against Noah’s face as the motorboat bobbed gently in the choppy water fifty yards from the concrete pier.The deep hum of the boat's dual V8 engines dropped to a low, steady idle.Noah stood on the front deck, his fingers gripping the cold stainless steel railing. Across the grey water, the high concrete wall of the Manhattan Bridge pier looked like a dark gray stage under the pale morning sun.Lined up along the edge were thirty-six young men. They wore matching black coats, dark trousers, and plain leather boots. Their faces were completely still, their arms hanging loosely at their sides, their eyes staring blankly out at the water without blinking.In the middle of the line stood Doctor Evelyn Reed. Her dark hair was messy, her clothes were stained with soot and grease from her escape at Pier 42, and her eyes burned with a wild, desperate light. In her right hand, she held a thick black plastic box with a bright red toggle switch guarded by a small p

The cold morning wind off the river blew across the concrete pier, carrying the bitter smell of burnt rubber and salty water.Noah stood entirely still, his arms dropping slowly to his sides. His heart pounded like a heavy hammer against his ribs as he stared at the young man standing on the truck ramp.Subject Zero-One looked so much like Noah that it felt like looking into a clear glass mirror. But there was no hesitation in Zero-One's eyes, no warmth, and no fear. He held the dark grey remote control steady in his right hand, his thumb resting lightly against the yellow toggle switch.Fifty yards out on the river, the black motorboat rocked gently in the tide. Sarah stood at the front rail, her face pale as she looked from Zero-One to Noah."Don't do it, Noah!" Sarah shouted across the water, her voice breaking. "Don't listen to him!"Zero-One didn't even turn his head toward her. His dark blue eyes stayed fixed straight on Noah's face."She always speaks too much," Zero-One said,