“I just scanned a DNA sample and ran it against the database,” she said. “Take a look at this.” She handed him her smartphone. Humans had unwittingly created the perfect medium for hiding alien technology. “He’s not part of the bloodline. Your right, he’s not a hybrid.”Sam grabbed the smartphone and checked the results. “I was hoping we had fucked up,” he said. “But if this is right, we have a serious problem.” “It’s right there," she said, pointing at the screen. "His DNA is clean but he was still stage two. They aren’t supposed to be able to do that, right? It shouldn’t have been able to do anything more to him than some mild, subconscious manipulation, right?”“Yeah, but it takes at least at least three months to get to stage two,” Mr. Black said. “We only got the notification for his lost tracker last night. So whatever they did to him happened then. But how the fuck does someone go from being H-DNA negative to a fucking full-blown stage two within twenty-four fucking hours?“They don’t,” Sam said. “The scan’s not wrong. That’s why it made him kill himself. Without the hybrid DNA, the body wasn’t stable. It knew it wasn’t going to be able to keep the body alive. They didn’t just send it here to kill Cathy. It was an experiment, a trial run. They wanted to show off their progress.”“Cuurraatorr...” The body on the floor growled. Cassie gasped and stumbled backwards.
