The Mark: Redemption Link

Chad looked at the jagged scar on his arm. He remembered his brother’s words about faith and redemption—conversations he had dismissed as fairytales until the sky opened up. Now, he was a marked man in more ways than one. To the world's new master, he was a walking hard drive. To himself, he was a man seeking a path back to a grace he never thought he'd need.

"They're coming," Dao whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant sirens and the crackle of fires left untended. The Mark: Redemption

As the hum of black-clad mercenaries’ drones grew louder, Chad didn't run. He knew Turk would never stop. The redemption he sought wouldn't be found in a hidden bunker or a flight to another continent. It would be found in a stand—protecting the technology from those who would use it to enslave the survivors, and perhaps, in the process, finally listening to the echoes of the faith he had left behind. Chad looked at the jagged scar on his arm