His sweaty thumb kissed the Digital Touchpad of his Death Tab. He pressed 'Execute'. Then the Satlink Module digitally binding his Mother Genome and the dispersed Viral Nanomyte triggers would transmit the data.
"It's done," Luke said, hauling himself up from where they perched, kept his gear, folded his camo mantle, and climbed onto the ragged rocks behind them where their transport vehicle parked. Nica followed suit and did not dare to question him afterward.
