‘Everyone, Sal. Everyone. Jimmy got the schematics from Suzie. It looks bad, real bad.’
Johnny passed the spreadsheet to Sally. The paper disappeared in his hand a flush of static, and reappeared in hers in the HoloSphere. ‘What is this?’
‘It’s a print out, Sal. Every single American, and every single foreign soldier sent here to kill US. Our identities were stolen and sold overseas. It wasn’t for money, Sal, not like the news said. They’s here, and they’s hunting US one by one, day by day. Kill one, they ship in another. We got the brains, but, for now, they’s got the numbers.’