PATIENT ZERO -The lone survivor
The scaly boy was still staring at the crushed silver collar in the mud, his chest heaving with the realization that he was breathing free air for the first time in a year.
A few yards away, the young woman with the sonic capabilities—Neema, the boy had called her—was frozen in place. The red light on her collar pulsed with an angry, rapid rhythm. The telemetry had undoubtedly flagged the destruction of the first collar, and General Nyosi’s automated systems were calculating whether to detonate the remaining assets.
"Don't move," Baraka said, his voice a low, calming rumble.
He crossed the clearing in three long strides. Neema flinched, her hands raising instinctively, white kinetic energy v