Chapter 49

Standing in the middle of the sterile, white underground experimentation room, Jake let out a low, vibrating groan. The space had once been a police interrogation room before the Genetic Conflicts turned the world inside out, but now it was a high-tech workshop filled with the hum of power tools and the smell of ozone. "You're only complaining because you're a masochist," Urban Outlaw said, her voice filtered through a tech-mask as she worked on the final seals of his plating. She let out...