Waking up to my sin
The biological clock was ticking, and my son was the alarm.
"We’re coming up on the Ministry’s sub-level perimeter," Malakai whispered, his voice a low, vibrating hum in the dark. He stopped at a heavy, reinforced steel hatch, his hands moving over the keypad with the practiced ease of a man returning to his own home. "From this point on, the 'Argus' AI will be scanning for our heartbeats. We have to be perfect, Leona. One flicker of hesitation and the floor will turn into a microwave oven."