Casey looked toward me and then clicked another file which made me nervous because suddenly I knew this part involved me.
Everything always seemed to involve me lately.
The screen changed and a familiar face appeared. Asset Seven. My file.
The room immediately became quiet again and Casey exhaled slowly. Then pointed toward another section. Another name. Noah Mercer.
The connection sat directly in front of us. Clear, obvious and terrifying.
“What am I looking at?” I asked.
Casey’s expression darkened and then he answered.
“You and Noah were evaluated together.” Casey said as the world seemed to stop.
“What?” I asked.
The word escaped before I could stop it. Casey clicked another document and then another and another. Every file supported the same conclusion.
Noah wasn’t j
