Scott sat at the far end of the reception hall, quietly tucked into a corner booth. His glasses gleamed faintly as it projected a faint blue light across his eyes as rows of files scrolled down the heads-up display (HUD) within them. He looked like a man trying to read through the future.
He blinked. The page swiped.
He blinked again. Another one.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
He wasn't just reading. He was absorbing.
Then Jake's voice filtered through the comms hidden in the frame of his glasses.
[As you probably already know, Adira Crowe has been experimenting on children for a while now. Trying to mutate their genes to perfectly replicate the force-gene that superabled people are born with…]
Scott didn't flinch, but his brow twitched.
Another file opened like a book in front of him.
It was a thick red-folder icon labeled: Division F.
Jake continued—
