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Sector C, Paris, France. 5.16am
Morgan woke from a nightmare of screaming skulls. A dull pain thumped through her brain. Her first thought was of Milan and his psychotic plan, her second of how to escape and stop him.
She tried to sit up but found herself manacled to a hospital bed with little ability to move. At least she could still feel the weight of the gold cross around her neck for in some kind of hubris, Milan had left his personal mark on her and she could still be tracked if she could only get above ground. She moved her head slowly and looked around. There was a logo on the door, the Zoebios unfurling shoot of new life, so she was still in their facility. Through the opaque glass door she could see the movement of people in blue uniforms.
The door opened.
“Welcome to Zoeb
