weight of sympathy rolled from him. âWe thought it best he didnât sit in on this meetinâ. If you find you canât contain yourself, perhaps youâd be better off trackinâ him down.â
Like hell. âI can control myself.â
âGood man.â Hills nodded at me. Easing back, he asked, âWhat do we know?â
Hatch launched into a detailed description of the Pneumonic Plague, the disease that had been spun as the Gay Plague back in fifty-nine to sixty in order to wipe more homosexuals off the map. When she was being tortured by CEO Cutler, Liz had found out the virus wasnât originated to kill gaysâitâd been created to infect rebel masses. Created by Lizâs father, Robie Grant, and his InterNations counterpart, Dr. Val. It was this Dr. Val whoâd not only wiped Leonâs frontal lobe but had also made him a human incubator. She was on Lizâs hit list, too, for perfecting her mind-scrub techniques years before on Robie Grant.
âItâll be total genocide of the rebel faction if Cutler has his way,â Hatch said. âHe wants complete control of the government, total adherence to the Company, and death to all who stand in his way. A handful of those infected with the sleeper virus are our fellow rebel leaders. Cutlerâs savagery is very well planned.â Hatchâs keen eyes landed on me.
Cannon joined in. âFrom the records Liz gave us from her fatherâs lab, we know this new manifestation will spread faster than ever once it goes live.â He kicked his chair back, his hands scrubbing down his face. âJesus fucking Christ. I remember what happened to my folks, my sister when they got sick. This thingâs gonna rip through all of us until our guts are bleeding out on the floor.â
The thought of Leon becoming sick from this disease, dying from it, was not a reality I was willing to face. âItâs exactly what the Colonial Americans did when they sought to lay claim to Native American land. Heâs using Old History against us. They delivered diseased blankets to the indigenous, killing them quietly.â
âWe wonât go quietly.â Liz gripped my hand.
âLysanderâs just waitinâ to wipe us all out.â Miss Eden twined her fingers together, looking down.
Sheâd know better than anyone what the CEO was capable of. Sheâd been married to the monster, forced to abandon her two sons when they were young because her husband, the rising CO star, had beaten her mercilessly. Sheâd been reunited with both Nathaniel and Linc only recently.
Lysander Cutler mightâve been defeated in the Territories of the former North Americas, but he was blazing a new trail across the Pan-Atlantic pond. Worldwide, heâd either assassinated leaders or simply slick-talked his way into the directorâs seat in places like Zetaâhome of the Siberian citizensâDelta and Kappa in the Europa continents, and Omega Territory. We might be free, but our brethren overseas were not.
I barged to my feet, unable to contain my rage any longer. âYou were right last night,â I said, glaring at Linc. âYou shouldâve killed your motherfucking dad when you had the chance.â
Liz tried to placate me while Cannon was ready to restrain me, rising from his seat.
Linc merely nodded. âI know.â
Nate spoke in a calm drawl. âIt wouldnât have mattered. Leon was already infected by that point.â
I wrenched free of Lizâs hands.
âIf we can track down Father, we can find the cure. When we finally take him out, it will be with the antidote in hand and total InterNations victory on our side.â Linc drew Liz close to his side.
âSorry. Sorry, man. Iâm just really screwed up about this,â I apologized.
âNo shit.â Liz huffed a little laugh.
âYou have every right to be upset, Darke, which is why I asked if you needed