ched out, her fingers passing straight through the blue holographic screen. It

oice echoed in her mind, a cold

: D-Class. Physical Condition: Severe

llapse in progress. Without immediate energy infusion for r

't scare her. It focused her. "How do I get

r a main quest line. The first two were assassination missi

ng with a soft, golden light: Save the sterile males

life, knew that hunting beasts with this broken body was suic

erupted in a shower of golden fireworks.

he looked down to see a small, black tattoo

the tattoo. The space in front of her warped

s her lab. The state-of-the-art biomedical laboratory she had used back on her d

cing the cool metal surface. A profound sense of security was

t her current access level was low. She could only u

with basic tools, her knowledge from a past l

r trashed bedroom. The pain in her body seemed to hav

e draw your first target." A deck of blur

the face of a man. He was hauntingly beautiful, with a chiseled jaw and silver

S-Class male. Completely sterile due to a genetic de

hat this Coleman was someone the original Halie had relentlessly

ginal owner wasn't just a waste; she was an idiot who ma

ability, on the verge of a violent collapse. Host must proceed to pacify him within tw

intending to check her assets and bu

primary accounts had been frozen by her family. Her re

worked fast. The cold-blooded efficiency

ummaging through the original Halie's collection

ondescript black duffel bag. They were her ticket t

st a formal-looking document. It was a military marria

below his name, a stark red stamp declared that he had already

nstinct was to tear the useless paper to shreds, b

onvenient for you, General," she muttered, carefully

en contract could be weaponized later. Right now, however, she had only one immediate p

e, pulling the hood up to hide her scarred face. Hefting the heav