Prologue
They had Murdoch in quarantine, because doing otherwise would break the cover story. And so he endured the small room, with the hard mattress, the uncomfortable plastic chair and the stained side-table. He resigned himself to the merely functional shower, the bland food and the harsh lighting.
They asked him questions, and they had him complete reports. He watched footage, from Haven and from the Hermes. He observed the escape, and he studied the manner of Daman Myron’s death.
They told him to focus on Ryann Harris, and he grew to admire how she rallied others to her, and how she juggled her empathy for others with her desire to escape. And even though her actions angered him, he had to admit that she was incredibly strong and…intriguing.
On his second day in this fake quara
