Superhuman

Blue takes some shortcuts in the run to Juno’s cage, slinging herself up pipes and leaping whole floors on the stairwell. She normally keeps Marcus’s superhuman abilities in check, since they tend to unnerve the crew— or make them jealous. She hoped she’d never have to field a statement about how lucky she was to have Marcus’s body.

Now she eschews modesty in the face of crisis, vaulting across another bundle of pipes, then leaping between two catwalks to sprint for Juno’s glass cage. It comes into view, all bright lights and beige walls. She spies eight or nine members of the crew, frantically working at the different terminals. When she arrives, she slaps a palm to the door. Her synth body’s biometric access still works.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Lucy screeches. “She ought to be under arrest! Get out! Commander, get her out of here!”

Blue hadn’t noticed Daniel when she came in, but he makes his presence known. He’s suited up and armed with a pulse rifle and mag sling. Marcus might have superhuman abilities, but that rifle would punch through his brain case with no trouble at all. Daniel’s taut muscles coil.

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Alien: The Cold Forge, Chapter 13