CEREBUS
“And you’re still wasting resources chasing the dog?”
Rivera’s jaw tightened. She hated when they called it the dog. “That dog,” she said evenly, “neutralized six armed men in under a minute without a single fatality. It anticipates threats, adapts in real time. We don’t know what it is. But it’s tied to every anomaly.”
On the far wall, one screen looped the shopping mall incident. Cerebus shielding Ellie, jaws clamping on a gun barrel, tearing it aside before the shot reached her. Rivera had watched it fifty times.
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