Chapter 11: Roland

“I don’t need your killyness. I need your sneakiness. You can still take faces, right?”
Roland’s memories of his time in the army were as patchy as his memories of everything else. He didn’t remember much about how they’d used him. But he knew that some of the wetware they’d installed in him allowed him to modify his skin and bone structure to fool facial recognition scanners, thumbprint readers and, of course, human beings.
“Yes,” he said, “but…”