Cassius nodded slightly at the sight of the vial. The pure form of the Helix Serum—not the diluted, damaged knockoffs that had been turning people into monsters. This was the origin point. If they could trace its signature against the black-market imitations, they might just be able to backtrack where they were coming from.
"We need every variant we've collected catalogued and cross-referenced," he said quietly, almost to himself. "Start with the samples from the incident at Yard 17."
The lab technician nodded and quickly began pulling the files. Brent leaned on the table beside Cassius and let out a breath. "So we have the original. We have the victim. What we don't have is the madman still making this crap."
Cassius narrowed his eyes. "Not for long."
