Simulated by Nova McBee

Author:Nova McBee [Nova McBee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nova McBee
Published: 2024-02-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 36

I'M NOT A fan of needles but pain has grown easy for me to ignore. My hands are on the table palms up. “Technically, this is illegal, right?”

“Operation Blacklist here we come.” Harrison winks, singing an old nineties tune. “It’s the end of the world as we know it…and Jo feels fine.”

Felicia shoves Harrison. He’s enjoying this. He has watched far too many spy movies.

Pens takes a small needle. “This will just hurt a bit. Don’t flinch.” She holds out a needle and pricks each fingertip.

“I thought Ms. T was kidding when she said I’d get Fingertips.”

Pens shakes her head. “Well, we still have the prototype. At your request, we weakened the formula, so the bombs won’t be fatal or blast you a hundred feet away. It’ll still be effective, so be careful.” She takes a cotton swap to sterilize the small pricks in my fingertips and wipes away the blood. “The Fingertip bombs are a mixture of chemicals in miniature liquid gel caps easily inserted into your fingertips. The chemicals in your right hand must mix with the chemicals in the left. After the combination hits oxygen, it will render an explosion. Like this. I’ve made a low dose to demonstrate.”

Pens takes a Q-tip and dips one into an airtight vial. She dips a second one into a different vial. After she takes them out, she makes an X crossing the two chemicals at the bottom of a garbage can. “Now it has ten seconds to react to the oxygen.”

After counting down to one, a mini cloud of dust and sparks pop with a loud bang. The garbage can is smoking and there is a tiny hole burned through at the bottom of it the size of my fist.

“They can remain inactive in your body for up to a year. When you want to detonate them, all you need is a small abrasion or cut for the liquid to transfer from your fingertips onto the target, mix them, then run like you mean it.”

“Great, so now I have five bombs in my fingertips.” My stomach knots. “Is wiggling my fingers ok?”

“Yes.” She pats my shoulder. “Think of them like insurance. You don’t have to use them.”

That’s probably what Montego was thinking and look where it got him. Of course, I don’t say that out loud.

Pens checks my earrings and my smartwatch, and then sprays something into my mouth. “There you go. That should do it. A 72-hour dose of Sway’s resistance, just in case.” She hands me a lipstick container.

I shake my head. “I told you. I won’t kiss anyone for information.”

“Precautionary only. You never know. Remember, SWAY is used to calm someone, to open them up to suggestion without them remembering anything. Take the tech.”

“Well, you might as well put Veil into my watch.”

“I already did. K2 can Veil any narrative you wish.”

Ms. T walks over. “Don’t forget these,” she says, handing me my sim-glasses. “Even now, your mind is working out who the Successor is. The

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