Kaelen stood up, blood trickling from her nose. “I’m not a donor. I’m a broadcast. Thorne didn’t collect me because I’m viable. He collected me because I’m a weapon. A psychic feedback loop. Every Amalgam you’ve ever built is wired to a network. And I’m the kill switch.”
“It did,” the woman said, stepping into the bus. “And I improved it.” breedbus
Thorne’s blood ran cold. “Director Vess. I thought the Ghoul took you.” Kaelen stood up, blood trickling from her nose
Tonight’s target was a man codenamed "Rook." A former soldier with an immunity profile so robust it bordered on the supernatural. He was hiding in the ruins of the old Osaka Arboretum, a glass coffin of dead trees and mutated fungi. Thorne didn’t collect me because I’m viable
“Dr. Thorne,” she said, her voice a chorus of four vocal cords straining in unison. “You’ve been harvesting from my gardens.”
“Where to?” Kaelen asked.
Inside, Dr. Aris Thorne was checking the vitals of his last viable asset. A young woman named Kaelen, her head shaved, a mesh of biogel patches glowing faintly on her temples. She wasn't a passenger. She was the cargo.