19 Ryker memorized every imperfection in the wall. Three small dents about the size of a coin hovered over a scratch in the steel in front of her bed. She counted them again. One. Two. Three. Blinking, she stared into the buzzing fluorescent light above. Leaning her head back, she felt the wall’s chill. The Enforcer’s engines rumbled deep, powerful. The sound lulled her into a resting state, easing the pounding and discomfort in her head. Closing her eyes, she tried to think of a refreshing surge of sea water surrounding her body. The taste of the salt touched her lips. Dimly, she saw Austin swimming toward her— No! She focused on the water, the empty, lonely water. Rampa had increased the implant’s power, supplementing the effectiveness with an ever-changing cocktail of drugs. Though

