The Alpha Protocol
“I’ll buy you ten, Carter!
Raven sprinted. He glitted like a shadow through the enemy fire, rolled under
passing through a laser cut that turned the soil before it into liquid slag,
and reached the terminal. He ripped off the cover. There were no
buttons, but a direct neural interface – a glass column with fine,
microscopic needles.
Vesper shouted behind him. A strap had her shoulder armor
beating. blood, dark and permeated by the fine red shimmer of its hybrid
Nature, over her arm. But she didn't turn back a millimeter.
Raven cursed quietly, pressed his bare left hand on the glass and admitted that the
Needles drilled into his skin. An icy pain shot his arm up,
directly into his cortex.
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