Margo Holland's Arc

Chapter 1 of 13

Margo spread her field maps across the metal table and circled the Sierra Army Depot location one more time. The research wing there held equipment that could change everything—diagnostic tools that went beyond her scanner's basic readings, maybe even something that could track the mutant changes at a cellular level. But she'd need a secure base to work from once she got the equipment out. The hospital in Broken Hills had space, sturdy walls, and Doc Henson who'd proven he could keep his mouth shut. She packed her modified medical monitor into her pack next to the tech bag with its precious Radaway vials—proof she knew what she was doing. The walk to Broken Hills took three hours through empty streets and past skeletal buildings. Doc Henson met her at the hospital's cracked entrance, his eyes dropping to the bright yellow cross on her tech bag. She watched his expression shift from cautious to hungry. "I need a workspace," Margo said, tapping the medical monitor on her wrist. "I've got pre-war surgical protocols, radiation treatment data, and tissue analysis methods stored here. You let me set up in your second floor, I'll teach you everything I know." Doc Henson's handshake was firm, and Margo had her base of operations.