"Take me to them."
"W-what…?" Jimmy held his breath. His fingers curled around the lanyard holding his ID badge. "They're dangerous."
"That's fine."
Jimmy hesitated for another moment, then nodded. He unclipped his ID from the lanyard, held it against his chest, and started walking.
"Where is everyone else?" Adam asked, falling into step behind him.
"The panic room. Most of them ran there when the alarms went off."
"Panic room…?"
Jimmy glanced back, gulping as he nodded. "There have been... incidents before. People have been hurt. Some have died."
Adam only nodded.
They walked in silence after that. Adam took in everything. The corridor branched into smaller hallways, each lined with doors. Through reinforced glass windows, he could see the rooms beyond—examination tables with restraints, centrifuges, specimen refrigerators, surgical trays still laid out with instruments.
