Fenris roared and raised his dead-man’s switch. “The cure dies with me!”
“Hostage count?” Maverick asked, loading his signature modified sidearm—a gun that fired smart-darts laced with a neural paralytic. maverick igi
He chose deep.
Maverick shuffled forward, eyes scanning. He spotted the master power relay for the cryo-vault—a red switch behind Fenris, ten meters away. He also spotted the one flaw in Fenris’s theater: his mechanical arm’s servo twitched every four seconds. A timing tell. Fenris roared and raised his dead-man’s switch
The Geneva police stormed the gallery two minutes later. Hostages were freed. The Alpha Strain was secured. Fenris was led away in a neural restraint collar, still staring at his broken arm. Maverick shuffled forward, eyes scanning
A mercenary grabbed him by the collar. “You. Get to the line.”
The voice on the other end was cold, clipped, and belonged to his handler, a ghost named Nair. “Maverick, we have a Code Ashoka. A splinter cell of the Serpent’s Hand has seized the International Genetics Institute in Geneva. They’ve locked down the cryo-vault containing the Alpha Strain.”