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“It did,” the woman said, stepping into the bus. “And I improved it.”

Vess’s body began to convulse. Stitches tore. Her long arm detached at the shoulder and twitched on the floor. The four voices inside her screamed in four different keys, then fell silent. She collapsed, a heap of beautiful, terrible failure. breedbus

“You’re not collecting for the cartel anymore, are you?” Thorne said, stepping in front of Kaelen. “You’re collecting for yourself.” “It did,” the woman said, stepping into the bus

Inside, Dr. Aris Thorne was checking the vitals of his last viable asset. A young woman named Kaelen, her head shaved, a mesh of biogel patches glowing faintly on her temples. She wasn't a passenger. She was the cargo. Her long arm detached at the shoulder and

The destination sign flickered. Changed.

“Why?” she whispered.

He pressed a syringe into her palm. “Or you could use this. On me. Right now.”