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As the pain cut off, Yuri treue Still he dared not wait What did it matter if the Aasped out "It’s their DNA"
McBride hovered closer "How do youfor air "The secret lies in the subjects’ genetics We only discovered this ourselves twelve years ago"
Yuri explained in fits and starts, questioned repeatedly by McBride He related the discovery in 1959 of a cluster of exceptional savant talent, a group of Gypsy children A genetic line that ran through the history of the Gypsies The chovihanis The clans kept this line secret and atteenetic aberrations He told how the Russians had stolen this genetic heritage for study, for incorporation into their own research into parapsychology
"But it was nothing mystical," Yuri explained "The children were ious level We tried to heighten their ability--first through breeding, then through bioengineering But over the years, as genetic testing grew more refined, ere able to pinpoint what made the children unique"
McBride leaned closer
"Autisered by a mix of environenes What we discovered was that the strongest of the savants--our Oenetic ht sequence, coupled withsavant talent would arise"
"Which you in turn augenetics and bioengineering"
Yuri nodded
"Brilliant Truly brilliant Then it was just as e used Archibald to lure one of your Oa subjects out into the open And all the irl"
Yuri startled Concern rang through him "You don’t have Sasha?"
McBride frowned and tilted back to his chair "No, but in the past hour, we’ve deterroup has sent a team to follow in Archibald’s footsteps Luckily we have taken measures to erase those footsteps completely"
"Who…who has Sasha?"
"You want to know?" McBride glowered down at Yuri It was plainly a sore spot for the man "I’ll show you"
He motioned to Chen
No!
Yuri’s chest lit with fire, streaking in jagged lines across his chest, linking point to point, for a crooked syrowled through Yuri’s agony "They won’t be a problera, India
Despite her father’s fascination, Elizabeth had never been to India She stared out the taxi van as it swept away from the airport The ere down but offered little relief frorees
Traffic moved at a snail’s pace, snarled amid rickshaws pulled by both bicycles and even one ca taxi, whose ere also open, that she could sar as he chewed on its end The sh the density of the city’s hboring driver huffed at the traffic and pounded the heel of his hand on his horn
The blare was barely heard above the chaos, ht with the sounds of cymbals All around, pedestrians packed the sidewalks and walked through the creeping cars, fighting for space with bicycles andheavier, her chest constricting--not from the humidity and heat but from the press of humanity She wasn’t nor vibrancy, the hawk and holler of so many people, blanketed her, squeezed her Her hands forh judicious use of his own horn, the taxi driver broke through a gap and pushed for the next intersection He turned the corner, and the way opened to a wider thoroughfare that aihed in relief
"Finally," Kowalski said next to her, echoing her sentiotten us there faster"
The large ainst her side, but he seemed to sense her distress and tried to keep back, which didn’t help the other passenger sharing their row
Beyond Kowalski, Shay Rosauro elbowed the large man for more room Her face shone with a sheen of sweat She had used the time stuck in traffic to undo the black bandanna that bound her hair and refold it into an efficient head scarf that tucked behind her ears
Gray, who sat in the front passenger’s seat of the van, leaned toward the driver and pointed The driver nodded Gray settled back into place
The final member of their company sat in the back row of the van Luca Hearn wore an inscrutable expression, but his dark eyes seeers to wrist sheaths before leaving the plane, prepared for an unwelcooogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>