The Genesis Code 1: Lambda Read Free

secondary.”
    The man’s hand left Laura’s cheek as he stepped away, feeling that he had teased her enough. “Very good. And what of our contact within Babel?”
    Laura shook off the remaining dizziness lingering in her head. “We have yet to hear back from our contact after the Lambda unit was released. Their silence is rather troubling.”
    The man nodded his head. “Indeed, you are quite right. The Babel contact’s actions seem to not be fitting with my predictions, but even so, this Lambda unit . . .” The man turned to face Laura once more. His eyes were filled with intrigue.
     
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    [January 6th - Abingdon, Virginia - Town of Little Brook - Day]
    The constant beeping of a digital clock sounded annoyingly in the background. Before the third beep, a swift kick from an enraged body under the covers of a bed attacked the clock with such precision and force that would stun a martial arts master and a professional marksman. It was a shame that the disgruntled person below the covers was neither. Regardless, it was more than enough to silence the obnoxious device, as well as avenge the loss of the dream state the grumbling body had been enjoying just moments before. With a low groan, Zack flung the covers off of him and glanced at the defamed clock. The time flickered in and out as it read: 6:34 a.m.
    Looks like I got to fix the stupid thing again.
    Today wasn’t anything new, not even anything special. Zack simply woke up, went about his normal routine in getting ready for school, downed a bowl of cereal for breakfast, and checked the local news channel. When the man on the screen started talking about a riot caused by Anti-Network protesters he shut the television off with a grunt. He wasn’t one for bad news this early in the morning.
    Seconds later, he marched outside to be greeted by the chilly, morning weather of January. This part was so routine that Zack was starting to wonder if he could have possibly been a zombie in a past life.
    He heard the humming tone of his phone in his pocket while also suppressing the annoying pinging noise his wrist began to make. He gazed down at his wrist and tapped his Com-Linker. The small device displayed a illuminated screen with a blinking envelope. Zack sighed as he closed the display and fished out his phone.
    How do they know both my phone numbers?       
    Zack sighed again. The only reason he kept a phone outside of his Com-Linker was because he was a sucker for classics, devices his parents didn’t know about. So much for that.
    Hesitantly, he pulled out the old smart-phone and noted a new mail message on the device as well. He pulled open the inbox and grazed over the text displayed. He rolled his eyes after realizing the subject matter and sender of the mail. He had hoped he could hide the fact that he skipped yesterday for simply having no desire to go to school. It wasn’t like they taught him anything new. Still, Zack’s parents had several ways in always finding out what he was doing, and only took action, it seemed, when it wasn’t good.
    “So nice of my parents to send their messages of contempt so early in the morning. How they manage to know about my everyday life without actually being here is beyond me.” Zack’s face contorted into an ugly scowl.
    This was hardly new. Zack had lived alone for the past three years of his life. Now at the age of eighteen, only months before graduating high school, he had seen his parents maybe twice. The occasional e-mail here and there showed that they were still alive, but even those felt rushed. It was almost as if they hardly had time to even say hello to their son through text message.
    A rush of cold wind rolled over the area, sending a chill through Zack’s body.
    Even Mother Nature gives me the cold shoulder, hejoked half-heartedly as he began his routine march to school. Today, it felt like Zack was wearing weighted clothing and bricks for shoes. He could just feel that