Neon Ashes

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Neon Ashes

The rain in Sector 9 didn't wash things clean. It just made the neon bleed down the walls in long streaks of pink and cyan, like wounds that wouldn't scab over. Kael Vance stood in the doorway of a noodle shop that had closed three years ago and watched the rain do its useless work.

His contact was late. That meant one of two things: dead, or playing him. Kael was hoping for dead. Dead was simpler. Dead didn't ask questions about why a retired corporate spy was suddenly interested in the biometric records of a company that had ceased to exist in 2049.

A figure emerged from the neon haze. Small. Hooded. Moving like someone who'd learned to walk around cameras before they'd learned to walk around people.

"You're Vance," said a voice like static over a bad connection.

"And you're late."

"I'm careful." The figure pulled back its hood. A woman. Younger than Kael expected, with eyes that reflected the streetlights in a way that suggested augmentation. "You want the Chimera files."

"I want to know who ordered the purge. All of it. Three thousand employees erased from every database on the continent in a single night. That's not corporate restructuring. That's a cover-up."

The woman—she called herself Mesh—leaned against the doorframe. "Chimera wasn't a company. It was an experiment. Gene therapy. They were trying to cure something. Something old. Something that lives in human DNA and doesn't belong there."

Kael felt the hair on his arms stand up. In his fifteen years of corporate espionage, he'd heard a lot of secrets. This one had weight.

"Cure it?"

"Eliminate it. The subjects who showed signs of the anomaly were terminated. The rest were scrubbed. Cleaned." She looked at him with those reflective eyes. "You worked for Chimera's parent company. Meridian Dynamics. Before you 'retired'.'"

Kael didn't deny it. "I handled security protocols. I never saw medical data."

"You wouldn't have. It was compartmentalized." Mesh reached into her coat and withdrew a data chip no bigger than a fingernail. "This is everything. Patient zero, the gene sequence, the termination orders signed by your board of directors. Including your signature, Kael. Authorizing the final purge."

He took the chip. His hand was steady because his hand had always been steady, even when everything inside was falling apart. "Why give this to me?"

"Because you're in the sequence too. Your DNA carries the marker. They were going to terminate you next. You quit just in time—or maybe you didn't quit at all. Maybe you ran."

Kael thought about the nightmares he'd been having. The way his reflection sometimes moved a half-second slower than he did. The feeling that something else was wearing his body like an ill-fitting suit.

"What's the cure?" he asked.

"There isn't one." Mesh pulled her hood back up. "But there's a choice. Fight it, or become it." She stepped back into the rain. "The ashes are falling, Vance. Decide what you want to rise from them."

She was gone before he could answer. The data chip burned cold in his palm. Somewhere in the city, a neon sign flickered and died. Kael Vance stood in the dark and wondered if he was still human enough for the answer to matter.

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