> I am Sequence 199. My ability lets me see the thermal signatures of any object.
> It sounds useless, until I discover the weakness of the Federal Enforcement Bureau's deadliest hunter: whenever his emotions surge, his body temperature plummets.
> When he points an ion blade at me and sneers, “Sequence 199, you're finished,” I watch his temperature drop and smile.
> “You're actually scared, aren't you?”
> His pupils contract, and the tip of his blade trembles.
> “Stop pretending. Your temperature's already down to 27 degrees.”
> “Shut up!” he roars, charging at me, but his movements are completely thrown off.
> Three minutes later, standing over his unconscious body, I answer an encrypted call. “Next target: Sequence 178.”
