PATIENT ZERO -The lone survivor
Daniel looked up, his face pale with ash and fear, and pointed a trembling finger toward the center of the room.
Baraka stepped into the pale light.
Standing in the center of the training dojo was the culmination of Old World science and New World biology.
Project Genesis did not look like the grotesque, hulking Hounds. It was disturbingly sleek, standing exactly six feet tall. Its body was a flawless, anatomical masterpiece of engineered muscle, plated in a seamless, organic bio-armor that shifted effortlessly between the color of polished graphite and blinding white.
But it was the chest cavity that drew the eye. Beneath a layer of translucent, bulletproof biological glass, a crystalline l