POV: Nathan

The security feed flickered on my stolen tablet, showing rows of metal morgue drawers in grainy black and white. I'd been watching it for the past three hours, waiting for something that should have happened hours ago.

Maya should have woken up. The serum I gave her was designed for exactly three minutes of death. Long enough to reset the neural implant, short enough to prevent brain damage.

Three minutes had passed six hours ago.

I slammed my fist against the wall ...