Liam was a prototype. The message Marcus Wei had intercepted used the word "abort" like it was standard operational procedure. Which meant there was a procedure. Which meant there were other subjects in other facilities undergoing the same process that had created the thing that attacked Building F.
How many? Where were they being held? How close were they to completion?
The questions multiplied faster than I could answer them. Every time I thought I understood the scope of what my father was doing, the picture expanded to include some new horror I hadn't anticipated.
My phone vibrated again.
Mera: If you're not back in ten minutes I'm opening a portal and dragging you through it myself.
I picked up the pace.
The penthouse looked different at night. Warmer. The lights inside cast a glow through the windows that made it look like somewhere people actually wanted to be rather than the overpriced bachelor pad the original Rome had selected as a monument to his own ego.
