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 Oh stop with the melodrama. Despite what you found, it s not what it seems.
 So you re going to tell me you don t work for the enemy?
She continued toward the control room of the ship.  Oh, I do work for them. But they don t
know what I am.
 How can they not know you re cyborg?
She turned, probably so she could better sneer at him.  Just because your subterfuge and
ability to blend is rusty doesn t mean my skill to fit in has suffered the same fate. I ve spent years
perfecting this cover. I ve worked my way through the system, hiding my cyber roots at every turn,
infiltrating the military as well as the company at the deepest level.
 For what purpose? Because we ve already ascertained you re not saving cyborgs in need.
 I ve saved those I could without revealing myself.
 How convenient for you. But deadly for them.
 Don t judge me. I ve had to make some harsh decisions to get where I am.
 And where is that?
 Only steps away from discovering the location of the cyborg source as well as the head of
the company.
Whatever scathing retort he d planned evaporated.  You ve found the source of our nanos?
Many believed that cyborgs were simply humans with machine parts. And they were, in a
sense. Many of their less effective organs were replaced with metal ones run by sophisticated
microelectronics and nanotechnology. What most didn t realize was the nanotechnology, the teeny tiny
foreign bots that circulated in their blood, were what made them truly special. Without the nanotech,
cyborgs would be little better than humans. They d heal at the same rate. Age and die like a human.
Eat, drink, and, in general, be a human, just one with an ability to set off metal detectors.
What made them more than men was their nanos, and the source of those nanos was the biggest
secret of all. Even Joe and the others who d recovered their memories didn t remember much about
how they became cyborgs. As far as Seth knew, he and possibly Anastasia, the first two spy models
who got to keep their minds and memories, were the only two who bore faint recollections of their
rebirth. Faint because the military did their best to wipe them.
 I know many might not understand the reasoning of my choices. Sometimes I wonder myself.
All I know is since the order came down to destroy us, maybe even before that, I ve been looking for
the man who started the project. The one who made the decision to inject us with unproven DNA and
technology. I wanted to &  She trailed off.
 What? Kill him? Thank him? Ask him for more?
She bit her lower lip and turned from him. As if he d let her hide now. He grasped her by the
upper arm and forced her to face him.  Answer me. What is your objective?
 I want to ask him why.
Chapter Ten
A long time ago, after kicking the ass of the boy she liked and then taunting him &
It irked Anastasia to no end when Seth disappeared after their conversation and match. For
once she d won.
Or is that lost?
Despite the elation that she d finally managed to best him in a test of strength, Anastasia
couldn t help but wonder if she d truly won when it meant the prize he d meant to claim a kiss and
more ended up not to be forthcoming.
Perhaps I should have given him a consolation prize. One they could have both enjoyed.
Playing hard to get wasn t just frustrating for Seth. It pained Anastasia as well.
Never in her twenty-odd years had she faced such an urge to throw caution to the wind and to
forsake her goals for the fleeting pleasure that came from indulging in attraction. Then again, never
before had such temptation tried to sway her.
What began as a contest of wits, skill, and training had somehow evolved over the past few
weeks. Sure, Anastasia engaged Seth in a battle to see who would end up on top, but more than that,
she d come to like the rascally blond with the ready smile and wicked humor. No matter what the
military or the company in charge of the program threw at them, Seth replied with fervor, a grin, and a
joke. Even the rare times he didn t finish first, he was gracious, not like other men, or even women
for that matter, that she d known, who liked to rub the loser s face in their success. Unlike her.
Taunting him is probably the highlight of my day. While being with him was what kept her
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