“I remember,” I said.

“I was in the hospital for three weeks.”

“You weren’t in a hospital,” Raymond said.

“You were in the basement of the Virginia facility.”

I took a step back, my hand dropping to my holster.

“No,” I said.

“Your mother and Voss wanted to use a random cipher,” Raymond said, stepping closer.

“But I knew they would find it eventually.”

“So I used the neural conditioning we were developing on the subjects.”

“I mapped the decryption key directly into your subconscious mind.”

My head began to throb, a sharp pain blooming behind my eyes.

“You programmed your own daughter?” I whispered.

“I saved your life,” Raymond said, his voice pleading.

“If you didn’t have the key, Voss would have killed you years ago.”

“He kept you alive, kept you in the military, because he knew you were the vault.”

“He just didn’t know how to open you.”

“And you do?” I asked, my voice shaking with a mix of rage and fear.

“Yes,” Raymond said.

“The key is tied to your repressed memories of this house.”

“Specifically, the night of the fire.”