Marrin sat cross-legged on the floor of the safehouse, eyes closed, tracing invisible patterns in the air. Every neuron, every flicker of thought, every memory of the clones she had absorbed flowed in a complex web. She could sense Genesis' reach, feel the edges of their network like a pulse in her skull.
Calvin stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching her with a mixture of awe and apprehension. "You're… scanning again," he said quietly.
"I have to," Marrin replied, voice calm, almost detached. "They're reorganizing. Genesis doesn't fail twice. Not when it comes to me."
Calvin's jaw tightened. "Then we hit them first. That's the only way to survive."
Marrin opened her eyes slowly. Her gaze was sharp, cutting through the dim light like a laser. "I'm not just surviving anymore. I'm
