Reaper cleared the main room an hour later. No civilians. No regular customers. Just enhanced individuals and core club members.
"Lock it down," he ordered. Two bikers moved to secure the doors. Another swept for surveillance devices. Old habits from before enhancement made them paranoid. Good habits now that reality proved them right.
I sat at the head table. Albert beside me. Grace asleep in back room under guard. Subject Seven leaning against the bar looking half-dead. Victoria in chair near the pool table, still bleeding slowly through bandages.
"We need medical attention for Victoria," I said.
"Already called Doc Stevens." Reaper checked his phone. "He's enhanced now too. Heals people faster than he diagnoses them. He'll be here in twenty minutes."
Victoria waved dismissively. "I
