Chapter 2: The Girl with the Blade
The hospital room had one door, guarded by two of Evelyn’s private security contractors. They were paid to keep the media out and the parents in. They didn't pay attention to the janitorial staff.
A girl, no older than eighteen, pushed a supply cart slowly down the corridor. She wore a blue scrub top and baggy pants, her hair pulled back in a messy bun. But beneath the mask, her eyes were cold—burning with a rage that had been simmering for three years.
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Her name was Maya. Her father had been the lead scientist at BioTech Dynamics until he discovered the "Neuro-Stim" project was designed to be weaponized for interrogations, not medicine. They had fired him, discredited him, and ruined his life, leading to his suicide. Maya had spent three years working her way into the hospital’s logistics chain, waiting for the moment when Evelyn Vance herself would oversee a trial.
She reached the door. She didn't have a weapon in the traditional sense. She had a heavy-duty industrial box cutter, the kind used to slice through steel-reinforced shipping crates. It was a tool of her father’s trade, the only thing she had left of him.
