Jace stared at the woman on the other side of the transparent wall. He started to ask a question but was interrupted.
“Your tracer chip has been removed. We’ve also re-sequenced your DNA. Any biological tracers have been rendered inert. Your wristcomp, communicator, and hazmat suit have all been incinerated. Anything that could be used to track you has been destroyed.”
“That’s great. What about the drones. At least 2 were following me and would have seen me enter that door.”
Maggie smiled, “We fed them a false feed. As far as Maggie.AI knows, you walked into Section 7 and died from some nasty chemical burns right before the drone sent to execute you put at 50 caliber slug in your brain.”
Jace blinked a few times then laughed. “Hah! You’re joking, right? There’s no way to send a false video feed to Maggie. She’d recognize it in an instant. Wait, what did you say you name was?”
“Maggie,” the woman said wryly.
“This is a dangerous prank you’re playing here, Maggie. It took me years to get those cisterns built and I just got power to that decrepit warehouse. I did that all under the watchful eyes in the sky. The only reason I’d made that much progress is because of my designation. You can’t just snatch me away and not expect a full-scale investigation.”
“Yes. You’ve got quite a skill set. GlobalCom rates you as one of their top drone technicians. That’s why we recruited you. Your cell group leader recommended you to us. We, however, have a trump card,” Maggie retorted.
“Oh yeah, what’s your trump card?” Jace asked mockingly.