Exilium Rex: Rise of the Xenobots
The afternoon of the following day of Alfredo Apostol’s assignment to deliver the usb drive to Number 21 Escadilla Street, 4pm. In a secret room inside the Baylon abode, two shadows are in animated conversation:
First voice, “Are you sure these so-called xenobots you smuggled are going to work?”
Second voice, “We have completely profiled all the subject’s bodily systems and it revealed 99% compatibility; and all our work as well has been thoroughly peer-reviewed by both local and international medical experts and practitioners who have been in our pockets and each of them, let me just say, has been on a retainer’s fee.”
First voice, “So how much time do these xenobots need to seep into the blood system of our subject?”
Second voice, “Enough time. Enou
