The silence after the EMP was brief, shattered by the sputtering return of emergency lights and the frantic whir of systems rebooting. Roewi stood panting, his body his own again, the ghost of Vextor’s control a cold sweat on his skin. Myra emerged from behind a server rack, her face pale but her eyes blazing with triumph.
"We have to go. Now," she said, already yanking cables from the wall, stuffing a portable datadrive into her pocket. "They'll have triangulated the pulse. Division Zero will be here in minutes."
Roewi didn't move. He was staring at his hands, feeling the echo of the power that had so recently animated them. The memory of the Fracture Field, of unraveling the very walls of his cell, was intoxicating and terrifying. A part of him, a part that had been awakened in the whi
