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Xanthe isn't a powder or a liquid. It's a prion-like particle that lives in human blood. The only stable sample is inside a dying man: Rajan “Razor” Khanna , the arms dealer who brokered the original sale. He’s been shot, is bleeding out in a cold storage unit, and has exactly eighteen hours before his blood turns into a weapon that will kill everyone in a two-kilometer radius.

Razor’s hand trembles as he holds out a small lead-lined vial. "This is the decoy," he wheezes. "The real hard drive… Mira has it. But she doesn't know it's set to auto-delete at sunrise unless I input a code."

Mira – 19, heiress to the Sen-Gupta defense conglomerate. She’s not a hostage. She’s the thief. Three weeks ago, she copied the Xanthe genome from her father’s secret lab. Xanthe doesn’t kill you; it rewrites your platelet DNA so your blood attacks your own organs. One vial in a city’s water supply = civil war in a week. Mira is on the run not from bad guys, but from her father’s private army—and from the guilt of having designed the delivery system. Girls.Guns.and.Blood.2019.480p.WEB-DL.HIN-ENG.x...

The year the first illegal Xanthe field test happened. A village in Nagaland was erased from every map. Zara was there. She saw what it did. She’s been having nightmares about the color of the blood—black, not red—for four years. Scene: Cold storage unit, 2:17 AM.

Razor’s eyes go wide. "You were the designer? You were seventeen!" Xanthe isn't a powder or a liquid

16 hours left. Three factions hunting them: Sen-Gupta’s private military, a rival cartel who wants Xanthe for themselves, and a corrupt police unit that wants to pin everything on "two hysterical girls with a gun."

A custom-modified IWI Tavor X95 with a smart scope that links to Zara’s retinal implant. It can’t be sold; it can only be fired by her. It’s also the only thing that can punch through the Sen-Gupta security droids’ ceramic plating. Zara calls it "The Divorce." He’s been shot, is bleeding out in a

The explosion is a silent orange bloom reflected in the water. Zara carries Neha to a waiting fishing boat. Mira stays behind, holding the .22, waiting for her father’s men. "Go," she says. "I’ll buy you ten minutes. It’s what I owe."