Chapter 11 - INSIDE THE SURGICAL SUITE
The operating room was bathed in a harsh, cold blue light as the surgical team prepped for the extraction.
The Doctor stood scrubbed and ready at the primary console, his eyes fixed on the live biometric feed.
"Heart rate is stabilizing, but the device's electrical pulse is accelerating," the lead nurse reported nervously.
Agent Miller stood near the observation window, keeping her communication line open to the tactical capture team.
"Doctor, we have eyes on Mark Vance at the airstrip," Miller whispered into her secure earpiece.
"Did you secure the deactivation code?" the Doctor asked, keeping his hands steady over the surgical instruments.
"He destroyed his phone before we could tackle him; we're flying him in now, but it'll take twenty minutes," Miller replied.
"We don't have twenty minutes," the Doctor stated flatly, looking at the flashing warning lights on the monitor.
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The Mother watched from the corner of the room, her hands clasped tightly in prayer as she watched her daughter.
"You have to save her," the Mother whispered, a single tear cutting a clean path down her pale cheek.
