She had made it through surgery and was healing. The pain was bearable and necessary to keep her mind focussed. Once again, she had failed. She had led her own secret operation, only to see it blow up in her face. In time the Institute would punish her, and she would accept the punishment because she was obedient.
But for now they needed to question her, to see what the Smith brothers were like in the field. The prodigal sons were still so much a mystery to the people who created them. One born, the other created, connected by years of experimentation. It had gone right. Somewhere the Institute had made progress—Scarlet was proof of that—but the laboratory had been prematurely closed, and all their files were lost. What was it that made those brothers special? She didn"t know, but she got
