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Jena was alive.
That was the gist of a report that had shown up in Anna's inbox just over half an hour ago. Oh, there were some details about an attack on the university, and about the police bringing her in along with a suspect in the vertical farm bombing. But you could hardly expect Anna to focus on those details in light of the fact that Jena was alive. Alive and evil, it would seem.
Anna strode through a corridor with her arms swinging wildly, shaking her head with a growl. “Just what I need,” she muttered. “One more way for this world to kick me in the gut.”
The silhouette of Ben came jogging up behind her, huffing and puffing with every breath. In seconds, the man was falling in beside her. “Is it true?” he asked. “Is she really still alive?”
“It's true.”
Ben stared into th
