Not A Small-Town Girl

"No problem," Danielle replied calmly.

Elliot approached the patient and asked, "Are you all right? Do you remember what happened at the research lab?"

"Yes," the patient replied with a heavy nod. "That night, I was heading home late from work. I was ambushed and drugged. When I woke up, I was in the lab, where there were many others like me.

"From the moment we were captured, they injected us with all sorts of drugs, pushing us to the brink of death. Some couldn’t handle it and succumbed to the torment of the drugs. Every day, someone lost their life.

"For those who survived the initial rounds, we were sent to an underground lab for live experiments. The experiments were led by a woman. The other doctors called her Professor Sinclair. I was saved the day after I was sent there, so that’s all I know."

Elliot nodded as he processed the grim details. Evidently, the lab was conducting unspeakable experiments, but their ultimate goal remained a mystery. ’On the surface, Jackson appears to lead the Wulf Clan, but who’s really pulling the strings?’ he wondered.

Quillon," Morgan exclaimed, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Danielle with unabashed

rest of the patients

head vehemently. "No, I can’t. I’ve tried, but I couldn’t wake a

a few pointers and a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You’ve

his fists, thinking, ’I can’t let her down. I

glanced at his watch and said, "It’s almost lunchtime. Danielle,

is the best. You

try the pork chop." Maximus flashed a wide

glances. The stoic squad leaders were uncharacteristically attentive to a young woman, carrying trays and engaging her in lively conversation. Yet, the young woman appeared even more aloof than

chop is the best-perfectly tender and flavorful. Here,