The research facility held twenty-four kids, but only four adult bodies have been found, each charred corpse marked with a staff I.D., curiously intact. Familiar names, unforgettable faces—
Tara’s jaw tightens at seeing one particularly remarkable woman. Her heart swells thinking of that reviling sneer never again touching that charcoaled face.
Twenty-four captive kids were here. All saddled with destructive abilities and intentions. Twenty-three are now missing—
“You okay, kid?”
Tara, the police rookie, takes one last look at the remains of Lian Cook, Head Researcher. “Yeah…” She smiles, thinking it’s what the real Tara would do. “Never better, Boss!”
*Inspired by the prompt sudden shifts from The Daily Post.