Twenty-two
Murdoch explained, as the Hermes took them out of the basin. The screens showed two Proteus craft racing ahead. One veered off, and he told Ryann this one would clear up any subjects that had not been in Haven. The second, he said, was headed to the ‘proving ground’.
When he described this place, Ryann knew she should have been shocked. But those running Kaiahive were monsters. The volunteers Murdoch talked about, those who were pitted against the shades—Ryann knew they were either forced or tricked into becoming guinea-pigs for the company. No—into becoming food for the shades.
The sensors Murdoch pulled up showed a fence, and he spoke of its effectiveness at containing anything with a lattice.
“Then how did the shades reach Haven?”
He pulled a face, almost looking apo
