G Scan 2 Amazon Direct

The world went white.

“What in the—”

G-Scan 3.

Dr. Aris Thorne stood there, coffee mug in hand. Gray-haired. Tired. Human. g scan 2 amazon

The driver blinked. “Dude, I just scan and go.”

Margot’s face went pale. She walked over slowly, pulled down the metal shutter of his booth, and whispered, “You didn’t open it, did you?”

“No,” Leo said softly, watching Thorne’s lips twitch into a smile that belonged to something else. “But it got enough.” The world went white

Outside, the rain had turned to sleet. Leo’s personal car was old, but it had one advantage: no Alexa, no GPS, no cloud. Off-grid. He peeled out of the parking lot, the KEF-9 towers shrinking in his rearview.

He looked down at the box. The label glowed. A thin, blue laser licked out—the G-Scan initiating.

Leo scrambled, pulled the driver’s work scanner from his belt, and hurled it like a baseball. It struck the package just as the laser reached Dr. Thorne’s knee. Aris Thorne stood there, coffee mug in hand

Thorne stood up, brushed off his robe, and picked up his coffee mug. “I’m sorry,” he said, in a voice that was perfectly, terrifyingly calm. “Have we met?”

Leo was a Level 3 Package Triage officer at Amazon’s KEF-9 Fulfillment Center. His job was simple: scan the box, verify the contents, and route it to the correct chute. But the "G" prefix was new. G stood for Gamma . And Gamma meant Government.