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  First Published by Ink Monster, LLC in 2014

  Ink Monster, LLC

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  Newton, MA 02464

  www.inkmonster.net

  ISBN 9780989405096

  Copyright © 2014 by Ink Monster LLC

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  For the Readers

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  For my writing family-you know who you are. ;)

  You make me a better writer, and more importantly, a better person.

  Big hugs.

  Chapter One

  CIPHER

  It had taken me three excruciating days of nonstop hacking to work my way into Alpha Citadel’s mainframe. My fingertips were raw, and the case of energy drinks I’d downed to keep me awake was giving me the shakes. I leaned toward my monitor, my nose nearly touching the screen as I searched for anything that would make my hackfest worth it.

  Breaking into any system was always a little dangerous, but going into Alpha Citadel’s mainframe… That was taking the risk to an extreme level of insanity. People got killed for less. And yet here I was. Hacking where no one had hacked before.

  Except my dumb ass had actually done it.

  The first time I’d tried it, I barely escaped with my life. If I got caught this time, I’d be lucky to be shot on sight.

  I wasn’t a lucky person.

  The alarm I’d programmed alerted me that the Citadel’s Green Helixes—their DNA-modified tech specialists—were on to me.

  Shit. I slammed my hand down on the table and my collection of anime bobble-heads started jiggling back and forth, as if telling me to calm down.

  Good advice. I still had a little bit of time. I tapped the figurines to stop their movement as I assessed the situation.

  I was bouncing my IP all around the world to hide my identity but that didn’t really matter as a warning scrolled along the top of my screen. My bots in the Citadel’s com channels started picking up all kinds of bad news. Drones were being readied. The squads at every Void outpost had been notified and were now on standby.

  A trickle of sweat rolled down my hairline and I brushed it off on the collar of my T-shirt. I had to find out what stopped the Red Helixes’ abilities. I was a ticking bomb without the intel, but staying in the mainframe much longer wasn’t going to help anything.

  I closed the alert window. The Green Helixes would find me if I didn’t log out within the next nineteen minutes. They were that good. I started a timer on my monitor to count down, beeping every thirty seconds, and set it for fourteen minutes. That should give me enough time to leave the trailer park if I wasn’t out of the mainframe by then.

  I pushed a piece of my dyed blue hair behind my ear, and tried to focus on what I was doing instead of on the drones that could be headed my way any second. There were hundreds of databases here, too many for fourteen minutes. Running an automatic search would send the Greens straight to me. It was a crapshoot.

  I blew out a breath, trying to calm my nerves, and started scrolling through manually. I must’ve scanned nearly a thousand file names before I found one that could be relevant. Really fucking relevant.

  “Helix Research,” I read the name aloud as if that made it more real, but it didn’t disappear.

  It couldn’t be this easy. They wouldn’t just have it there, would they?

  The file icon had a lock symbol on it. I applied my trusty algorithm, and held my breath. Ten seconds and it opened.

  I was in. This was it. It had to be. Only the need to be quick stopped me from bouncing in my chair with excitement.

  Inside the folder was a list of nine files. Each named for the different helix classifications. The tenth file was unnamed. Probably a trash folder.

  Holy fucking shit. But where’s the damned Red Helix folder?

  The helix tattoos were a sign that a person’s DNA had been monkeyed with. Each color-coded tattoo had a unique subcutaneous design built into it. No one could fake them. No one would dare try. Most helixes and the genes that went with them were coveted—all except the only one that could be given at birth. Babies with unstable DNA got marked with a Red tattoo, tagging them for reprocessing.

  Which was a nice way of saying they were killed at birth.

  I understood the danger of the Red Helix well. Mine was on my left hip. I never found out who’d gotten me out of the system alive, but I had a nice party trick from my messed-up DNA—the ability to harness electricity. Touching anyone when I was pulling voltage killed them. To keep the rest of the populace safe, I tried to stick to myself.

  I rolled my shoulders back, releasing the tension, as I went through folder after folder. There had to be something about Red Helix abilities somewhere in one of these databases. I just had to find it.

  The timer buzzed. Twelve more minutes.

  A few keystrokes had me in the Black Helix database. If nothing else, grabbing the personnel files would help me figure out who was going to come after me. Knowing key players’ faces could mean the difference between getting away in time or being caught. A subfile was marked combat videos. I clicked play on the first one, and a new window opened.

  The fighters moved blindingly fast. Ruthless. I knew some self-defense, but if I came up against a Black Helix—experts in warrior arts and military strategy—I’d be screwed. They’d been modified for strength and stamina and trained in about every form of martial arts known to man.

  I copied the whole Black Helix database to my drive so I could study it later.

  The timer beeped again. Ten minutes left. I had to keep moving.

  Since there wasn’t a Red database, I opened the next best one. The file was simply named “Seligo” for the immortal ruling class. They had the UV Helix—the ultimate in modded DNA. All aging and disease had been scienced away from them a couple hundred years ago and now they were like a plague of ruling roaches. The fuckers never died. The Seligo were the reason why society was on the verge of collapse, and they were clueless about it. Oblivious to anything that didn’t directly involve them. Dipshits.

  The clock beeped again—eight minutes.

  Why in the hell isn’t there a file on the Reds?

  I ground my teeth and moved on to maybe the next best thing. I opened the Seligo files. A list of sub-database files filled my screen. Each was named for a member of the Seligo class in alphabetical order. I scrolled down, looking for one name. Jack Parson.

  I blinked a few times, wondering if it was a mirage.

  Nope. This was the real deal and could make all my hacking worth it, even if it wasn’t what I’d wanted.

  Jack Parson, my uncle, was the bane of my existence. He was the man who had my parents killed and the reason I was on the run. The asshole had almost caught me a few times, but almost didn’t count. Not to me.

  Inside the file were a bunch of subfiles. I open the first, and scans of Jack’s brain filled my screen. Six of them were labeled “Pre-DNA Modification” along the top. The remaining six were “Post-DNA Modification.” Some of the colors changed in the scans, but I had no idea what the medical notes meant. I closed that file and found one that had his latest status update. I copied it, then scrolled down the list of remaining subfiles, quickly searching for anything else that caught my eye.

  Another beep sounded. Six minutes left.

  Why wasn’t there a Red Helix folder? It had to be here. They had to have at least some kind of research. I couldn’t be the only Red still alive. That just couldn’t be possible.

  In my frustration, I gathered electricity before I could stop. I could never control my Red Helix ability when I got emotional. My breaths came in short gasps as the current ran through my body, making my skin tingle. The lights flickered and I backed away from my computer. I didn’t have time to replace another fried system, especially not now. The Greens would make it impossible to hack in again.

  The last spark of electricity left my body, leaving me a little drained. Food or sugar would help, but that’d have to wait.

  There was only one place left to check. That last unnamed file. I said a little prayer and opened it.

  Most of the files in the sub-database had “Shadow Raven” in some form in the name or “SR” and a number or a date. Except for one.

  I glanced down at the glowing tattoo on the fleshy bit of my right hand, between my thumb and first finger. A tiny silhouette of a bird in flight. I’d had it for as long as I could remember, but I had no clue what it meant.

  It couldn’t be a coincidence that there was a database named “Shadow Ravens” mixed in with the helix info, could it?

  I didn’t have time to figure out which sub-
file was most important, so I went to the last one.

  “Lady Eva,” I murmured. Who the hell was Lady Eva?

  Inside the file was a folder named “memos.” It seemed like a good place to start. Short and sweet pieces of information. Inside were a ton of files numbered with dates. The most recent was from yesterday.

  To: Dr. Nagi

  From: Col. Santiago

  The greeting alone froze me in my chair. Nagi? As in The Doctor Tenma Nagi? His face plastered almost every piece of Seligo propaganda, and reading a letter meant for him sent shivers down my spine. The guy was the source of every great Seligo achievement in genetics, and rumor said he pulled all the strings in the senate. This info was from the absolute top of the command chain. I held my breath as I kept reading.

  Lady Eva has stolen another Red scheduled for reprocessing. The Red was taken from our facility before support could arrive. This one wasn’t logged in any of our systems. We have a leak. I suggest immediately detaining and interrogating all who were at the facility and had any contact with the Red and/or its family. Please see attached files for reference. Will be awaiting your approval.

  There was a link to the file in question. I clicked and multiple feeds popped up from hospital cameras. The images showed a force of people in all black. Tactical masks covered their faces. The only identifier was the tiny glowing raven in flight on the shoulder of each of their shirts. It looked just like my tattoo.

  But why? I’d never even heard of this group before.

  The forces moved as one, clearing floors and suppressing threats. No one working at the facility was hurt. Just zip-tied and watched. The most impressive thing was how fast they moved. It was so well choreographed. I didn’t see any hand signals or coms. It was like they shared a mind.

  The video was short. Less than two minutes. They were in and out of the hospital with the Red baby.

  The Shadow Ravens were fighting against the Seligo? If I hadn’t been watching the video, I wouldn’t have believed it.

  I went back to the file on Lady Eva. This was someone who could help me. The first memo was from over four years ago.

  To: Col. Santiago

  From: Corp. Marshall

  The Chicago sighting has been confirmed. See attached file. She has fled the area. All leads are being investigated. Requesting another squad to be dispatched to Evanston as we expand our search.

  The attached file was a picture. The woman was flanked on all sides by big, hulking guys. She looked at the camera, as if to tell them that she was still around. Daring them to come for her. Her halo of red hair would’ve caught anyone’s eye.

  My heart sped.

  This was it. This could really be it.

  I laughed, clapping my hands, before readying my fingertips on the keyboard. The lights flickered. I blew out a breath as I tried to copy the files. The lights were strobing out of control as jolts of electricity ran up my spine. It made me lightheaded, but I couldn’t give up. I was almost there. Just a few minutes… I tapped my fingers on the table as the files transferred.

  The timer beeped.

  Fuck. Only two minutes left. Where the hell had the time gone? I’d gotten too caught up and now I was out of time. I needed those files.

  Fifty percent.

  I should’ve been copying from the get-go. The thirty-second countdown was going off and my heart beat in my ears.

  An alert popped up on my screen. The Greens had narrowed down my location to the Arizona Voids.

  The lights flickered faster, and popped.

  No. No. No.

  I pushed away from my computer, but it was too late. Every last light blew in a cascade of flashes. The RV went dark, and yelling echoed from the surrounding RVs.

  The stench of burnt electronics filled the cramped room. “Shit!” My computer was charred. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” I wanted to cry. I wanted to punch the wall, but beating up the Griz—my beloved RV—wouldn’t fix this. It wasn’t her fault. It was all mine.

  I had a moment to grieve the lost information before the instinct to run kicked in. I wasn’t sure how close the Greens had gotten or if they’d dispatched a squad of Black Helixes from the Arizona outpost, but I wasn’t waiting to find out. I swung into motion.

  The electrical panel hidden in the floor was fully insulated. I opened it and grabbed a new battery. The palm-sized power unit was icy in my hand. I sealed the compartment tight and went outside to access the Griz’s main boards.

  It was nearly pitch-black in the trailer park filled with thousands of mobile homes, RVs, and trailers. The silence was eerie. Just the muffled sound of people talking. Cars in the distance. And the sounds of the desert. None of the usual mishmash of TVs, games, and music.

  I climbed to the top of the RV and looked out. In the distance, flashing blue and red lights swirled. The Black Helixes were close, but not to the park yet. Besides those lights, the darkness spread as far as I could see. That had to be more than five transformers dead. Months without a slip, and now I’d practically taken out an entire quadrant of the Arizona Void. Exhaustion over the cyclical nature of my life—land somewhere new, lose control of powers, run—weighed down my heart. I didn’t want to do this anymore, but that didn’t change the fact that it was time for me to bail. I had to start again. If I had time, I would’ve cried with frustration and anger. I was finally starting to have a life—a friend—and now I had to go.

  I didn’t have even a minute to breathe. I’d be upset later. Once I was safe and far away from here.

  A quick switch of batteries and I had power. The charred remains of the old one were trash. I unhooked the water, power, and sewage lines—yuck. I locked the door and went to the driver’s seat. I gave myself a second to say goodbye to this chapter in my life. I’d really liked it here. I’d never had a reason to assume I could stay, but I’d still hoped. It was dumb—really dumb—to get my hopes up. I knew better than that.

  Well, that’s everything.

  I started the Griz and put her in drive. I was about to hit the accelerator when someone pounded on the door.

  I was suddenly cold.

  Oh God. They’d already found me. I was so dead. I froze with fear, unable to move.

  The knock came again. I prayed to God they wouldn’t shoot through the door.

  “Cipher! Where’re you going?”

  Thank God.

  I strode to the door. “Cut it out,” I said as I swung it open, finally stopping the racket.

  Mona stood at the bottom of the steps. She was wearing a microscopic green sequined skirt and a white flowing tank that hinted at modesty, or it would’ve been if it wasn’t mostly see-through. Her straight blonde hair hung loose down her back, and her brown eyes narrowed at me.

  She was dressed up. Had I forgotten something?

  “Where the fuck are you going, bitch?”

  Mona had a way with words. When I first got to the Arizona Void, I ordered food every day from the taco place where she worked. Mona was the delivery girl. Somehow she managed to weasel her way into my life, and I was glad she had. She could be a real pain in my ass, but Mona was like a sister to me when I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d even call a friend.

  “You were leaving, weren’t you?” She asked. Her words were clipped and angry. “Without saying goodbye. We had plans. And I brought you dinner.”

  I stared at the sack as I considered what to do. My first instinct was to close the door and run. Not because I didn’t want to see Mona, but because I wanted to keep her from getting hurt. But closing the door would hurt her, too, and the list of people that cared about me was exactly one person long.

  I waved her in, and took the bag. Inside was my favorite—a bean and cheese burrito with extra jalapeños and a caffeine-rich bev.

  She wasn’t going to make this easy. “We had plans?”

  “Marx’s at seven. Remember?”

  No, I didn’t, but Marx’s was my favorite gaming zone. Mona liked to go because she had a thing for nerdy guys. I liked to go because I liked to game. I would kick the guys’ asses, and when they came to hit on me, I’d point them her way. It was a win-win. Even if Mona thought I should be dating.

  What she didn’t know was that I wanted to date, but I couldn’t. With all the running, I hadn’t had time to even go on a date let alone worry about kissing a guy. It was a complication that I couldn’t afford.