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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: What if genetic engineering were simple enough that an intelligent student could build her own laboratory? And what if such were highly illegal in a repressive, fundamentalist United States of the near future?

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Absolute Magnitude, 1999
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2002

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [210 KB], eReader (PDB) [75 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [65 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [58 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [95 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [128 KB], hiebook (KML) [165 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [94 KB], iSilo (PDB) [54 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [67 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [95 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [90 KB]
Words: 20000
Reading time: 57-80 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

WHAM! The impact of the shot slammed Beryl against the wall and spun her around. She reached up to her numb left shoulder, expecting to feel sticky wet blood, but her fingers only encountered the torn and ragged edges of her pack. The bullet must have ripped through the tough nylon strap and transmitted the shock to her shoulder, she realized. I just hope that it didn't hit the package, she thought. The whole reason for her being in this situation was that damned package.

She heard shuffling footsteps and the metallic click of a weapon being cocked. "What the hell did you do that for, Charlie?" a gruff voice asked from the mouth of the alley. "Jesus, we weren't supposed to kill her."

"Piss off, Jake" the other one mumbled. "It's money in the bank if we nail her."

Five minutes earlier the two had followed Beryl to the florist where she'd been told that the package would be waiting. Philip had instructed her to say that she was there to pick up a "bouquet of white and purple roses." The code word seemed so damned silly, like something out of a spy movie, she'd thought at the time. But she'd never met any of Philip's dealers, so there was no way of knowing if this sort of dialogue was normal. It would be just like Philip, a lit major, to dream up this sort of stupid game.