The underground facility was a maze of stainless steel and blinding white lights.
We moved through the shadows of the loading dock, slipping behind stacks of crates. Caleb found a service door left slightly ajar by a distracted worker. We slipped inside.
We were in a long corridor labeled "Sector 4: Research & Development".
The air here smelled sharp—antiseptic, ozone, and beneath it all, the faint, copper scent of blood.
"We need a disguise," I whispered, pulling my trench coat tighter around Leo. "We stick out like sore thumbs."
Caleb spotted a laundry cart in the hallway. He grabbed two white lab coats and a pair of clipboards.
"Put this on," he said.
I pulled the lab coat over my clothes. It was big, which was perfect to hide the baby carrier strapped to my chest. I butto
