The road stretched ahead like a ribbon of silver beneath the waning light. The sun had dipped low, painting the sky in shades of gold and amber that bled into the horizon. Athena sat back in the car, her gaze distant as the city blurred past. The rhythmic hum of the engine filled the silence, but her mind was nowhere near still.
Her thoughts stayed on the Grey variant. The patients she had tested that morning were stabilizing now, their vitals normalizing. That should have been a comfort. It wasn't.
She rubbed a hand across her face, eyes tired. Every victory with the virus seemed to birth a new shadow. And after this evening's interview—the moment her discovery went live—the world would know that the cure existed. Which meant the people who didn't want it to exist would know too.
What would the gang do next?
