For three years they called me a freak—and I stayed silent—until they touched my little sister in front of everyone, and the truth I buried finally came out and changed everything.

The sub-dermal beacon had reached its maximum broadcast frequency, pulsing a silent digital signal directly to the tactical tablet of every operator in the area. I could feel the microscopic casing vibrating against my ulna nerve, an artificial parasite designed to ensure that an asset could never truly disappear from the company’s master grid.

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