The facility's main testing room had thick padding along two walls and equipment Dayo had assembled himself, piece by piece, over more than a year. Marcus stood in the center of it, headphones on, a monitor beside him tracking numbers that meant nothing to Hunter but clearly meant something to Dayo, who hadn't taken his eyes off the screen since Hunter walked in.
"How long has he been running today," Hunter asked, keeping his voice low.
"Forty minutes. Routine baseline session. Nothing unusual until about ten minutes ago." Dayo tapped the screen. "This number here. It's been climbing steadily instead of holding flat like every previous session."
"Climbing toward what."
"I don't know yet. That's the problem."
Marcus turned toward them, headphones half off one ear. "Something's differen
