Harvested


Authors
CeruleanAzura
Published
3 months, 2 hours ago
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3 months, 2 hours ago
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Chapter 6
Published 3 months, 2 hours ago
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Explicit Violence

One year after the bombing of the Spectrum Academy, Grand Concentra City has been plagued by a series of mysterious murders, just months away from the Northern Empire's national election for the Council of Executives. The tech startup company Harvest promises to usher in a new era of security, but Vert Greene suspects deeper motivations are at play. Together with his rogue Spectrum Squadron, he must infiltrate Harvest's inner workings, though leading a team may prove to be his greatest challenge.

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Epilogue: A Fragment Ahead


Hours later, they were back on the road, and as the twilight wore on, the amount of cars they encountered dwindled until they were the only one, the leafy trees going by in a peaceful blur. Hunter was driving, with Vert asleep in the passenger seat next to him, his big kangaroo feet propped up on the dashboard. In the backseat, Cerulean had his head against the window, watching the forest streak past. Rosa meanwhile was lost in thought, and she absentmindedly rubbed the gash in her bicep, which had since crusted over but still burned whenever she lifted her arm.

Eventually, the sun had completely set, and the first glimpses of the light from Grand Concentra City came into view. Hunter merged onto the freeway, the cheerful yet soulless neon billboards lining the side of the road. Rosa took the time to count her shurikens, furrowing her brow. One was missing, she realized, though it had most likely simply been discarded during their fight with the Complacency Drones. Pulling out her phone, she loaded up the app she used to track them. As she suspected, there was a single beacon to the northwest, back at the quarry. She was never seeing that one again, she figured.

Her eyes blinked in surprise. Surely she was just tired from all they’d been through. But staring at the map, what she was seeing was unmistakable. The beacon was moving.