Elias's POV

Nobody moved.

Two Director Hales stood in the tunnel. One behind us. One ahead. Both looked exactly the same. Same bruise. Same dusty clothes. Same exhausted expression.

"Don't listen to it," the Hale behind us said. "That's not me."

The Hale ahead smiled. "That's exactly what I'd say if I were the fake one."

Vale's weapon went up. But he didn't know where to point it. "How do we tell which is real?"

"Ask something only the real Director would know," Ronan said. His voice was ...