Chapter 3: The Breaking Point
Inside the room, Evelyn was reaching the climax of her deception. She pulled out a sleek, white tablet. "We are going to increase the frequency to 105%. If the device holds, the company’s stock will hit an all-time high by morning."
"You’re killing him!" Mark screamed, lunging toward the IV controls. The guards tackled him instantly, pinning him to the floor.
Evelyn watched with detached amusement. "Mr. Thorne, stop being hysterical. You’re hindering progress."
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Suddenly, the door swung open. The guards turned, expecting a nurse. Instead, they saw the quiet girl with the cart. She didn't look like a threat; she looked like a delivery girl. But before they could even bark an order, she moved with the efficiency of someone who had practiced this moment a thousand times.
She didn't attack the guards. She grabbed the master medical trunk—the "Black Box" of the trial—sitting on the side table. This box held the hard drives that contained the real clinical logs, the ones that proved Evelyn had been injecting the patients with inflammatory agents to amplify the pain response.
