Sweat slipped into her eye, burning it. Verena sometimes thought the saline was the last thing about herself that was human.
The swarm of 30 silent micro-quadcopters that had been hunting her were gone for the moment, but they would be back. Verena’s ghost suit—a multispectrum infrared camouflage—had hidden her in the rubble where an old building had stood.
“Thank God they don’t bother training dogs anymore,” she thought.