Jennifer's POV:
In New York City.
Inside an abandoned steel mill, my whole body felt like it was filled with lead, heavy and useless.
Faint sounds drifted to my ears. The scrape of metal boxes being dragged across the ground, and the low, mumbled chatter of other people.
I strained to force my eyes open, but my eyelids felt glued shut, refusing to budge no matter how hard I tried.
Memories that weren't mine kept flooding into my head.
The original owner of this body was Veronica Thorne, an orphan with no mother or father.
She worked under Victor, but she'd never taken part in the Blue Coast operation.
I rifled through her memories in my head, searching for any sign she'd participated in HS, a code-named operation, but came up completely empty.
But a faint, lingering memory nagged
