Chapter 16 Venous Confessions

• As the recording ended with the damning satellite image description, Vance ejected the device. "This is enough to bury Archer and put Vivian Shaw on every most-wanted list from here to Interpol." She looked at Alexander, then at me. "But it doesn’t solve the plague in the river. Or the fact that Shaw is currently inside the most advanced biolab on the eastern seaboard with enough RH-null plasma to turn Prometheus into a global pandemic or a personal fountain of youth."
• Alexander was breathing rapidly, shallowly, his knuckles white where he gripped the table edge. The neurological storm was visibly escalating. "Evelyn..." he gasped, his voice thick. "Please... the prions... they're... burning..." He clutched his head. "I need... I need..."
• He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to. He needed the only thing that could potentially slow the tide of destruction inside his own brain: RH-null plasma. My plasma.