He smiled—a rare, tired thing. “Tell them to call me for breakfast next time. I’m getting too old for 3 AM.”
Maverick threw a single dart—not at Fenris, but at the power relay behind him. The smart-dart curved mid-flight, struck the switch, and the entire gallery plunged into emergency darkness. Red lights flickered. Alarms blared. The cryo-vault’s magnetic seals began to fail. maverick igi
Maverick was already pulling on his matte-black tactical gear. The Alpha Strain wasn’t a virus or a weapon. It was a cure. A genetically tailored phage capable of erasing a specific, manufactured flaw in human DNA—a flaw the Serpent’s Hand had secretly seeded into a third of the world’s population ten years ago. If they destroyed the strain, they could hold humanity hostage to their own genetic defects. He smiled—a rare, tired thing
He chose deep.
Maverick had two options. Go loud and risk the switch. Or go deep. The smart-dart curved mid-flight, struck the switch, and
Fenris laughed. The servo twitched. One… two… three… four.
The Geneva police stormed the gallery two minutes later. Hostages were freed. The Alpha Strain was secured. Fenris was led away in a neural restraint collar, still staring at his broken arm.