1.3.7
“What were you doing in the server room?” Ashton asked, a slight hint of impatience in his voice. With both of his skinny hands on his knees, he leaned forward.
“I want to know the deal first. What will happen to my son?”
“Now we’re talking business.” Ashton smiled. Selma, still held between two officers, continued to squirm in their grip. She screamed more into her duct tape, but remained completely incomprehensible. “I assure you that when I make a deal, I follow through with all of it. Every last detail. As you are probably aware, since your public and well-documented betrayal of the organization, the courts have registered you—like your son—as an Aberrant; you are to be terminated upon capture. But if you provide the information I am requesting, you and your son will live. I h
