How much coincidence can there be before it is called fact?
What if it became fact before it had ever been chance?
What if chance had no chance at all?
The weapon that can claim the stars and every soul in the world. A weapon that reality itself needs to call for help to overcome.
An office worker and security driver from New York City, escape into the arms of the weapon's owners. Men who know what they have stumbled on. Men who will kill thousands, millions, to safeguard their exclusive access to terror.
Power is the core. But power rests on the quantum void. And within unreality, within the heart, is a weapon more powerful. Is there a chance after all probability ceases?
