Conrad.

“Atlas, kill the lights.”

The container went dark in a blink. Only the glow of the little monitor stayed, painting everyone’s faces a sickly blue.

“Travis, get down. Leah, if he moves, shoot first.”

“I’d like to be conscious for my first shot, sir,” Travis muttered from the couch.

“Then stay conscious.”

I put my hand on the door and felt Skylar’s fingers dig into the back of my shirt. She was trembling. Not from the cold this time. I could smell it on ...