But for the first time in ten years, the bus carried something other than despair.
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. breedbus
“What… what are you?” Vess gasped. But for the first time in ten years,
“You’ll have to go through me,” Thorne said. her head shaved
She stabbed the biogel patches on her own temples.
It carried a choice.
He pressed a syringe into her palm. “Or you could use this. On me. Right now.”