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Jack woke up to the glorious sensation of no pain in his hands. Well…minimal pain. Between the dermal regenerative gloves and Summer's diligent efforts to heal his body, he'd almost completely recovered. The message from Jena in his inbox was less pleasant.
It was only a matter of time before she got her hands on the article that Selena had written. He'd been expecting this call for several days now. The message had been short and simple: “I need to see you in my office.” Those were always the worst kind. When a boss decided to praise you, he usually said something specific. But “I need to see you in my office” was usually bad news.
So, he drove to the bus terminal – being able to grip a steering wheel was glorious in its own right – and took a SlipGate up to Station Twelve. Wanderin
