CHAPTER ONE
This was never supposed to happen. I was never supposed to be here, working with my target, going AWOL.
My name is Piper. At least, that's what I call myself. They call me Subject Seventeen. I was created for one sole purpose: capture the subject known as Angel. Befriend her, capture her, and bring her to The School, the lab where we were both created and raised.
My first memory of The School was two scientists in white lab coats, AKA, whitecoats. They were marveling at me, my abilities, my wings. Yes wings, get over it.
I was genetically mutated as an infant, with avian DNA grafted into me. I have wings, an internal compass, raptor vision, and many more skills. To the scientsts, I am simply there to be studied.
When I was given my mission, at first I was ecstatic. Freedom. Then, I was horrified. Why should I do this? Why? Because if I don't, I'm dead. I'm a coward who only cares for myself. Too bad.
