“Emilio encoded the master root authorization keys for the entire Columbia-class nuclear ballistic missile submarine fleet into his own bloodline.”
“Before his death in 2018, Emilio transferred those bio-synthetic sequences into your cellular matrix during a specialized immunotherapy treatment you received in Boston when you were sixteen years old.”
“When you conceived this child in November…”
Marcus pointed to the glowing ultrasound printout:
“…the genetic recombination activated the dormant ciphers within the fetal stem cells, transforming your unborn baby into the living master key to the United States strategic nuclear arsenal.”
The breath locked behind my ribs.
For eight years, I had lived with Diego Vance believing I was an ordinary interior architect, running a boutique design firm in Coral Gables, washing his clothes, cooking his dinners, and enduring his mother’s sneers about my inability to provide an heir.
I had believed my grandfather was an old shipping merchant who loved the ocean.
