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Prologue

THE MADNESS NEVER STOPS

Near Los Angeles Basin, California

THERE

Devin raised his right arm and focused directly over his wrist It took less than a millisecond to calculate the trajectory—he didn't have a built-in computer, but his 220 IQ served him well

He slowly breathed in and out, getting ready to squeeze the trigger between breaths, between heartbeats His sensitive nose wrinkled as the ever-present ss He hated to think what the pollutants were doing to his brain cells but accepted that sos were necessary evils

There

His light eyes expertly tracked the objects flying overhead: one, two, three, four, five, six Seven? There was a small seventh object, unexpected but quickly determined to be unimportant Actually, all of them were unimportant All but one The one in front

He knew they had raptor vision He h All the saht attached to his wristan impossibility He never missed

That's why they saved him for extraspecial missions like this one

Many, many others had already failed at this task Devin felt utter disdain for them To kill one bird kid—how hard could it be? They were flesh and blood, ridiculously fragile It wasn't like bullets bounced off them