POV: Dr. Morrison

The terminal screen in my cell flickered, lines of code scrolling past faster than I could read. I'd been working on serum modifications for the past six hours, exactly as Rick Rodriguez had ordered. Keep the old doctor busy, keep him useful, and he won't cause trouble.

They had no idea I'd been using the terminal access to hack into the facility's mainframe. My fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing security protocols I'd helped design months ago. Rick thought he ...