Mesmerized, Cole had ignored the words trying to reach him. “What was that?”
CAIN repeated. The green light shifted and fell upon an area beneath the cylinder. It was a long, slender slot just the right size to accept the very object in Cole’s hand.
CAIN urged.
Cole nodded and placed the capacitor beneath the frigid brain. It slid in with a magnetic pull, and he jerked back his hand, fearing he may have frozen his fingertips despite his gloves. He resealed the cylinder hatch and rubbed warmth back into his throbbing digits. With it closed, the room was as it had been.
I guess that’s it, Cole thought with slight relief. However, the more he considered his predicament, the less assured he felt. He knew who and what awaited him on the bridge, and he wondered why he should even do as he was instructed. Emmerich was a hell-bent terrorist and needed to be stopped, but Lin’s intentions were not entirely clear—perhaps not even noble—and he needed to discover just what the engineer’s endgame was if she wanted his further assistance.
