she said scornfully. “Make more of me.”

“You were one success out of nearly a hundred attempts. Most people who qualify for your program either don’t live through it or they break. Mentally,” Jack said. “Beyond that, there is the fact that some extrahumans operate on a, well, mystical level that we just can’t reproduce. There’s no doubt in my mind that we need that kind of power on our side. And we need you to help rein it in.”

Kat never said yes. She went along with the plan anyway. Jack and Project mantacor and those who pulled all the strings were her benefactors, and she owed them everything. That didn’t mean she had to love her job. She may not have been employed by the U.S. military any longer, but it sure felt like it.

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