The flames burned for hours.
By sunrise, there was almost nothing left.
Smoke drifted into the pale morning sky while emergency sirens echoed faintly in the distance, still too far away to matter. The underground facility had collapsed completely, burying the nightmare beneath layers of concrete and twisted metal.
Camille sat silently on the hood of Victor's car with Dante's jacket wrapped around her shoulders.
Nobody spoke for a while.
Too much had happened.
Too many truths still hanging in the air.
Victor finally broke the silence first.
"So." He rubbed tiredly at his face. "Your father helped fund illegal human experiments involving adaptive neural technology."
Dante leaned against the side of the car a few feet away, blood drying along his knuckles.
"Yes."
Victor blinked slowly.
"You say that very calmly."
"I'm trying not to kill him yet."
Fair.
Camille looked down at her hands quietly.
The adrenaline was fading now.
Leaving exhaustion behind.
And anger.
