Chapter Fourteen
Desecheo Island facility
Denton wiped a smudge from the one-way glass. He turned to Major Novak, a short, solid man with rosy cheeks and a thick mop of black hair that he wore a little too proudly.
‘Scrub Damien and Jay from the shocktrooper program. Requalify them for service,’ Denton said.
‘Yes, Colonel.’
Novak’s boots scraped the floor as he left the room.
Denton returned his attention to the window. Damien and Jay were lying peacefully on their operating tables, their reprogramming in its final stages.
‘I have plans for you two,’ he said.
Leaving them to rest, he headed for the BlueGene lab.
Despite the size of the facility, the laboratory wasn’t far. A quick walk and one flight of stairs took him there in short time.
With glasses on the bridge of his nose an
