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into her
classmates’ faces to see if they were staring at her. Had they somehow
discovered she was part of the Program? She’d been discreet. Only the registrar
knew her address. No one was looking at her, and all eyes seemed to be on the
large whiteboard up front.
    Cursing her inability to stay awake during class, she tried
to relax and refocus on the professor’s lecture. Why would he be discussing the
Program? Because they were all about biology, duh. The rest of the country was
talking about them, why not her professors and classmates? The current
government hearings on the Program were taking their toll. Everyone she met
seemed to have an opinion on the future of genetically enhanced soldiers in the
US.
    Judging by her professor’s rapid words that grew louder and
more animated, he was in the pro camp. Watching him bouncing along at the front
of the rows of desks she saw he’d be the first to line up for enhancements if
it became open to the public.
    All her classmates were sitting straighter, leaning slightly
forward on their desks. Several had their hands raised, ready to contribute
their opinions.
    “Hang on,” Professor Martin said and clicked the computer to
the next slide, which was a DNA model. On one side was a regular human and on
the other was a Program enhanced soldier’s code.
    Despite this being the most advanced science-y thing they’d
done yet, everyone was engaged. Emma stared at the board, willing her cheeks to
stay pale and not flame red as they had a tendency to do. The chart was similar
to things on the wall in Doctor Wise’s office. The Program’s chief medical
professional could give this lecture some real oomph. Not that she’d ever do
it.
    Emma wondered what Professor Martin would do if she raised
her hand and volunteered she was a perfect match for one of the soldiers and
actually lived on the secretive campus. Drag her up front and dissect her, from
the look of things.
    “Are you all right?” A soft touch came from the girl sitting
on her right.
    Emma blinked at her, wondering if she needed glasses because
the girl looked blurry.
    “You’re crying,” the girl said.
    “I am?” She touched a fingertip to her eyelid, and yep,
total tears. Bloody hell. “Bug in my eye,” she murmured, then, “Thanks” when
the girl handed her a tissue.
    She mopped up the wetness and took a deep breath, reminding
herself to focus on the science. She had to pass this basic intro class to move
on to the more interesting ones in her major.
    She managed to hold it together for the remaining minutes of
class until finally it was 4:30 and she could head back to campus and get the
daily Xander status update. She knew there’d be no change in the missing
status, unless Shep had reneged on his promise to text her the second they
learned anything.
    She pulled her phone out of her purse resting on the top of
her desk and checked it. No new messages. Around her, students were pushing
their way to the front to ask the professor more questions about the lecture.
    Her hips shifted as people pushed past her, so she barely
noticed as the girl who’d given her a tissue got in her space. “Are you all
right now?” She had long brown hair and a pretty face. Her clothes were the
kind of effortless cool Emma had always admired and tried to copy, usually with
different results.
    “I’m fine. Thanks for asking,” she added, realizing she
might have sounded rude at first.
    “I’m Kayla.” The girl stuck out a hand to shake. Her palm
was soft, as if she’d come from the manicurist.
    “Emma.” She scooped up her bag, slinging it over her
shoulder, and turned toward the back exit of the classroom. She wound her way
through the maze of desks that always seemed to lose their neatly ruled rows
during a long lecture class. Kayla followed closely behind.
    “What year are you?”
    Emma slowed her pace. “Um, it’s complicated. I transferred
my credits from my old uni where I was in my third year. They think