In the storm’s eyeball now. Because this just happened:
Dr. Francine (who you’re reading about in Narrative 6) is just now staring at a bunch of letters and numbers on a screen. Knowledgeable sources tell me that what she is squinting so ferociously at is the genetic code of a True Immortal (our buddy Blair), scribbled out in that funny DNA language the Almighty likes so much.
I’m sure we’re in the stormtroopers’ sights. Of course, if Dr. Selis can’t figure out anything to do with the aforementioned genetic scribble, those narrowed eyelids will shutter down. But if she finds a way to use it to make us immortal — and I’m betting she will — then we got narrow-lidded storm troopers coming at us.
Or not. It all depends on that little finger I mentioned. — Ox