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Immortalis
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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
Immortalis
ISBN # 1-4199-0520-1
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Immortalis Copyright© 2006 Nathalie Gray
Edited by Mary Moran.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication: June 2006
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is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
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I MMORTALIS
Nathalie Gray
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the
following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Band-Aid: Johnson & Johnson Corporation
Contagious Diseases Center
FAMAS F1: Giat Industries Corporation
Fiat: FIAT AUTO S.p.A Corporation
INTERPOL: International Criminal Police Organization Interpol Association
Land Rover: Land Rover Company
Mercedes-Benz: DaimlerChrysler AG Corporation
Porsche: Dr. Ing. h.c. Porsche AG Corporation
Immortalis
Chapter One
“Up a notch?” the lab tech asked.
Danielle Lavoie nodded, biting down harder as she accelerated to keep up with the
treadmill. The thick tube in her mouth coiled out toward the computer where an array
of numerical indicators told her superiors just how fast she could go. She could go fast .
Her fists pumped rhythmically, became a blur at the bottom edge of her vision. The
thump-thump of her feet against the rubber belt was the only sound in the testing room.
She wasn’t even winded yet.
“Fifteen Horse-power augmentation for speed and endurance,” announced the lab
tech, obviously impressed. He nodded as he pressed a finger to his earpiece, listening to
orders from his unseen superiors. “You can slow down now, Lavoie. You passed.”
You passed .
Years of preparation, months of training that killed or maimed about fifty
candidates before her, days spent in surgery so her body would be prepared for the
biotech enhancements she’d received…all of it resumed, condensed, distilled, in two
one-syllable words. She slowed down, let her hands hang on either side of her then
stepped off the machine. She’d passed .
Above her, through the observation bay window, she spotted some of the military
brass shaking hands and patting one another on the shoulders. One nodded at her.
Danielle took the tube out of her mouth and handed it over to the lab tech. He was
still staring at her like she’d sprouted antennas out of her skull. It was probably one of
the few things she hadn’t had done…antennas.
Everything else was there—a biosilk membrane covered her vulnerable abdominal
cavity and the gaps between each rib, muscles laced with electroactive polymer for
speed and strength, a wet-wired memory bank of fathomless capacity and the recent
addition of a tactical night vision lens in her right eye. All she needed now was a bank
machine welded up her—
“So, Lavoie, did they kick you out yet?”
She turned toward the door where the next candidate had just entered. She
would’ve liked very much to add a few scars to his collection. He grinned.
“Not yet. But you would’ve known right away, because if they’d kicked me out, you
would’ve been let go a long time ago.”
Yuan’s grin slipped off his narrow face. He said something in Cantonese before
stepping up to the treadmill. A trace of aftershave and mint floated in his wake when he
walked by her. “Whatever you say, Lavoie.”
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