Maya's POV

I wake up on cold metal. My head pounds. My body feels wrong. Empty. Like someone hollowed me out and left just the shell.

The neural dampener. It's still active. I try to push myself up but my arms shake with the effort. Without enhanced strength, I'm weak. Pathetically weak. I manage to prop myself on my elbows and look around.

I'm in the back of a military transport truck. The kind with reinforced walls and no windows. Dim emergency lighting casts everything in sickly ...