"Why would the shelter be calling at a time like this?"
Leah was caught off guard. She quickly answered the video call, and an elderly man appeared on the screen. His hair was mostly white and thinning, with a classic horseshoe bald pattern. Deep wrinkles lined his face. It was Howard Reed—the administrator of the shelter.
"Uncle Howard? What's going on?"
"Leah, it's bad—real bad! The Awakeners from Genesis Biotech are ambushing our people. And they've got your photo—they're going around hunting for your family. What the hell did you do to piss them off?"
"What?" Leah and the others looked stunned. Something like this?
It didn't take long for her to piece it together. This had to be Richard's revenge.
Genesis Biotech wasn't playing around...
"What about my parents? Are they okay?"
"The migration convoy they were in got hit too. We've lost contact. I don't know for sure, but... I'm afraid..." Uncle Howard trailed off, his voice heavy with dread.
