Chapter 6

The helicopter landed on the highway median at 12:41 AM. Caspian jumped out before the blades stopped spinning. I was already there. I had been hovering above my body, watching the medics document every scar, every needle mark, every bruise. They had catalogued forty-seven extraction sites. Forty-seven places where needles had pierced my skin over three years. Caspian pushed through the perimeter. Soldiers stepped aside. No one dared to stop him. He stopped at the edge of the thermal blanket....