Ryder pov

The first package arrives days after we sent out messages to omega and hybrid networks. I'm walking past the main gate when Knox intercepts me, carrying a medium-sized box wrapped in plain brown paper. No return address, just a note pinned to the top.

"This just showed up." He hands it over carefully. "The guard said a motorcycle courier dropped it and left. Wouldn't give a name."

I pull off the note, recognizing the careful handwriting immediately. It's from Rachel, an omega I met ...