"That is precisely why you would have ended up snoring on the floor with the rest of them, you brute," Ulen countered, his eyes fixed on the frozen image of the green seed.
He leaned closer to the projection.
"Fascinating. The energy signature... it isn't magical, nor is it strictly technological. It's biological manipulation at a terrifyingly advanced level."
"He called me Junior," Trent said from behind the desk, his fingers tapping on the desk. "And he left in an Alpha Corp ship that I can't find in the database. If he's one of Leo's men, why didn't I know him? And more importantly, why is he looking for Leo now?"
Ulen straightened up his robe. "To answer that question would mean knowing every secret of Leo Vanderlen. Which of us can claim to know everything about him?"
"So what do we do?" Yang demanded, slamming a fist into his open palm. "Sit around and wait for more masked freaks to drop by and put people to sleep?"
