His dad was right.
All the secrets that could spark wars among humanity were here, in this small device. As Suga yanked the flash drive from the laptop and glanced at the clock on the wall, he realized nearly two hours had slipped by just sifting through its contents. His gaze fell on Zion, still lost in his deep sleep, a tangled mix of emotions swirling in Suga's chest.
I saw your name and your family name.
Even though I shouldn't be this relieved, I'm glad you have no connection whatsoever to my parents' deaths. I knew it was unlikely, you were just a kid back then. But seeing your name in some of those files nearly gave me a heart attack.
Suga was also grateful Zion had stepped away from whatever role he'd played in the creation of biological weapons— to be exact, Zion was the creator, details of which were also documented in the flash drive.
Even as a child, Zion had been entangled in dealings and connections with terrifying-appled elites, all meticulously recorded.
