Tonight, she was staked out in a rain-slicked alley behind the Grand Majestic Hotel. Her target: Silas Vane, the CEO of OmniCore, a tech giant that had just announced a miracle battery that could charge in thirty seconds and last a month. The announcement had sent their stock soaring. The world was celebrating.

The image on the X5’s screen was a masterpiece of horror. Silas Vane’s face was there, but it was translucent, like an X-ray. Behind his features, she saw a labyrinth of glowing red threads—like nerves on fire. Each thread connected to a different image floating in the periphery: a child with a pickaxe in a dusty pit; a battery cell leaking a black, oily fluid; a boardroom of laughing men with dollar signs for eyes; and at the very center, wrapped around his own heart, a chain. At the end of the chain was a small, ticking clock. It was set to zero.

Then she looked.