"I know what you are, monster."
The scrawled words burned in thick, crimson ink across the corrugated steel wall of the abandoned Sector 7 safehouse. The optical sensors of the lead hunter droid transmitted the grim scene directly to the primary viewing console in Vanguard Tower.
Gerald stood motionless in his executive suite, his dark eyes locked onto the glowing display screen. His internal processors immediately analyzed the chemical composition of the red pigment captured by the droid's high-definition lens.
"It is fresh synthetic blood mixed with dark-market adrenaline suppressants," Gerald observed coldly, his voice echoing through the quiet study. "He wrote this less than three minutes ago before fleeing through the ventilation shafts."
Laura stepped closer to the primary m
