Chapter 5 - The Breach
The sound of heavy boots echoed from the front of the building.
"Lock the surgical doors," Dr. Reed ordered David, her hands never stopping their work on my stomach.
David slammed the heavy steel doors shut, engaging the thick metal deadbolts.
"The jammer," I gasped through the pain of another contraction.
"How did he find us if the jammer is on?"
"He must have pinged the GPS on my car before we entered the garage," Dr. Reed muttered furiously.
A loud, metallic bang echoed from the other side of the laboratory.
They were breaking down the front entrance.
"David, hand me the scalpel," Dr. Reed commanded, her eyes locked on my abdomen.
"I have to get this port out right now, or he will have full control over her biology."
I felt a strange, dull pressure as the scalpel sliced into my skin, thankfully masked by the anesthetic.
"Anna, look at the ceiling, do not look down," she warned me.
Outside the surgical suite, the sound of breaking glass and shouting grew louder.
"Dr. Reed, open the door!" Aaron’s voice boomed through the walls, authoritative and cold.
"You are interfering with my patient's medical care."
"He sounds so calm," I sobbed, the psychological terror matching the physical pain.
"Sociopaths usually do," Dr. Reed replied, her hands steady as she dug into the tissue.
"I have it," she announced suddenly.
I felt a sharp tug, followed by a rush of warmth on my skin.
She pulled out a small, metallic object, no bigger than a quarter, trailing thin wires.
She threw it onto a metal tray with a clatter.
"David, smash it," she ordered without hesitation.
David grabbed a heavy surgical hammer and brought it down on the device, shattering it into pieces.
Immediately, my cell phone, which was sitting on the counter, buzzed.
"He knows it's offline," David said, his voice shaking.
A violent crash hit the steel doors of our room, making the entire frame shudder.
"Anna!" Aaron screamed from the other side, his calm facade finally breaking.
"You are putting our son in danger, open this door right now!"
"We have to move," Dr. Reed said, rapidly stitching up my small incision.
"There is a freight elevator in the back that goes down to the subway tunnels."
She pulled me up from the table, wrapping a sterile bandage tightly around my waist.
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Another contraction ripped through me, but I forced myself to walk.
I would rather die in these tunnels than let Aaron touch my child.
