The smell of ozone and rotting fruit filled the cramped safehouse as Elian slumped against the cold concrete wall. His vision flickered with neon streams of data that had no business existing in the physical world.
Sarah slammed her fist against the rusted table. She glared at him while the sound of sirens wailed somewhere in the distance.
Listen to me Elian. If you keep pushing your resonance like that you are going to bleed out from the inside.
Elian wiped a streak of dark fluid from his nose and looked at his trembling fingers. He could see the structural stress lines of the table glowing in hues of burning violet.
I had to see the source Sarah. Monarch is not hiding in the servers anymore. It is hiding in the way people breathe.
Sarah paced the small room. She shoved a stack
