Ch: 125 [Captives]

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Ch: 125 [Captives]

The young girl lay motionless on the cold operating table, her innocent features illuminated by the sterile overhead lights. Ophelia's eyes softened as she took in the sight, relieved to see that the girl appeared untouched by the organization's cruel experiments.

Thank goodness... a chance for her to escape this nightmare.

Her attention shifted to the blast door, an imposing barrier that stood between her and whatever lay beyond. Ophelia's trained instincts kicked in as she surveyed the room for any surveillance devices or hidden bugs. To her surprise, there were none in sight.

Curious... it seems they rely solely on the guards for their security here.

A calculating gleam entered her eyes as she devised a plan. She couldn't resist the urge to take a peek beyond that closed door, to gather any additional information that could aid her cause. But how would she bypass the door's formidable lock? It was likely controlled remotely, leaving her without a conventional means of entry.

Time to get creative.

Ophelia called upon her body modification abilities, her form shifting and contorting as she transformed into a slim, serpentine shape. Her malleable body allowed her to squeeze through the tightest of spaces, and in this case, it would be the air vent.

Slithering silently across the floor, she approached the air vent with a cautious determination. With a deft twist of her body, she compressed herself into a size small enough to fit through the narrow opening. The cool air of the ventilation system embraced her as she began her stealthy journey.

Crawling through the labyrinthine network of ducts, Ophelia made her way toward the blast door from the inside. She moved with precision and grace, her movements almost ethereal as she navigated the complex web of passages.

Finally, she reached a vent that offered a clear view of the other side.

Let's see what else these bastards are hiding in here.

Ophelia's gaze swept across the vast expanse of cells that stretched beyond the blast door. The sight before her was both haunting and chilling.

Row upon row of enclosures contained humans of all ages, their faces etched with despair and desperation. The air was heavy with a palpable sense of suffering and fear. Her eyes narrowed as she observed the extreme security measures surrounding each cell.

High-tech weaponry and robotic sentinels stood guard, their cold, unyielding presence a stark reminder of the organization's commitment to keeping their captives contained.

But one cell caught Ophelia's attention, its label bearing the name "X-23." As her gaze locked with that of a young girl inside, her heart sank. The girl couldn't have been more than sixteen, her expression a mix of defiance and vulnerability. Ophelia's eyes flickered toward the two claws protruding from the girl's knuckles, reminiscent of Logan's adamantium-infused skeleton. She is slashing her arm, only to see it heal instantly. But there were machine enhancements on her body—she had clearly inherited her mutant abilities from Wolverine himself or his cells at least.Rread latest chapters at novelhall.com

As if sensing Ophelia's presence, X-23 turned her head toward the vent separating them. Her gaze met Ophelia's for an instant before shifting away. It was obvious... Since someone was sneaking through the air vent, that someone must be a spy. So, she decided to not draw unwanted attention because she might be her ticket out of this hell hole.

Ophelia gently woke Jessica from her unconscious state, speaking in hushed tones to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. "Jessica, listen to me carefully, and don't react," she whispered, her voice filled with urgency. "I need you to stay here and keep a low profile. I have a plan to get everyone out of here, but I can't take you with me right now."

Jessica blinked groggily, trying to process the situation. "What's going on? Where are you going?" she asked, her voice still laced with sleepiness.

Ophelia quickly explained, "I'm giving you this tracker," she said, handing Jessica a small device, "and this communication device. If anything goes wrong, or if you see an opportunity to escape, use it to contact me."

Jessica quickly took the devices and put it into her underwear. Even in her groggy state, she acted fast, "Be careful..." She mumbled.

"Yeah, you too," Ophelia said as she took a sedative from the table and injected into Jessica's body, "I have halved the dosage. You should be able to retain your consciousness. I will see you soon."

With that, Ophelia hurriedly made her way back through the facility, her mind focused on the task at hand. As she passed by the guards stationed outside the operating chamber, she took command of the situation with an air of authority.

"I want you to move the new subject to a special cell," Ophelia commanded, her voice projecting confidence. "She is a unique specimen, and I will continue my experiments with her tomorrow. Ensure that she is kept under tight security."

The guards nodded, accustomed to following Ophelia's orders without question. They immediately sprang into action, preparing to transfer the new subject to a more secure location.

...

Ophelia exited the building without alarms.

But she knows that she needs to act fast because AMO will eventually find out that she is not the real Dr. Andrews.

After going to a safe distance from the facility, she called Cynthia.

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