the guard grumbled. Cord was wondering the same thing. He automatically reached for Karina, pulling her closer to him, and he waited. “The generator should kick in,” Cord told her. “It should have already kicked in,” the guard said. That sped up Cord’s heart rate. Here he was with Karina in a prison, and he had no gun or phone, and something had gone wrong. Well, maybe. Cord held out hope that it was just some kind of malfunction even though he knew systems like this had backups for the backups. “Everybody stay put,” the guard ordered, and Cord heard him head toward the door. “Shane, make sure no one’s trying to get in,” Dr. Kenney said to the guard. “Nobody gets through me,” the guard assured her. “You just stay where you are.” Cord didn’t know this Shane, but he was big, and he was wearing a sidearm.
