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  The Enhanced Series Box Set

  The Complete Dystopian Series - Books 1-10

  T. C. Edge

  This book is a work of fiction. Any names, places, events, and incidents that occur are entirely a result of the author's imagination and any resemblance to real people, events, and places is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright 2019 T. C. Edge

  All right reserved.

  First edition: September 2019

  Cover Design by Laercio Messias

  No part of this book may be scanned, reproduced, or distributed in any printed or electronic form.

  Contents

  I. THE ENHANCED

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  II. HYBRID

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  III. NAMELESS

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  IV. ASSASSIN

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  Chapter 85

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Chapter 90

  Chapter 91

  Chapter 92

  Chapter 93

  Chapter 94

  Chapter 95

  Chapter 96

  Chapter 97

  Chapter 98

  Chapter 99

  Chapter 100

  Chapter 101

  Chapter 102

  Chapter 103

  Chapter 104

  Chapter 105

  Chapter 106

  Chapter 107

  Chapter 108

  Chapter 109

  Chapter 110

  V. CAPTIVE

  Chapter 111

  Chapter 112

  Chapter 113

  Chapter 114

  Chapter 115

  Chapter 116

  Chapter 117

  Chapter 118

  Chapter 119

  Chapter 120

  Chapter 121

  Chapter 122

  Chapter 123

  Chapter 124

  Chapter 125

  Chapter 126

  Chapter 127

  Chapter 128

  Chapter 129

  Chapter 130

  Chapter 131

  Chapter 132

  Chapter 133

  Chapter 134

  Chapter 135

  Chapter 136

  Chapter 137

  Chapter 138

  VI. RENEGADE

  Chapter 139

  Chapter 140

  Chapter 141

  Chapter 142

  Chapter 143

  Chapter 144

  Chapter 145

  Chapter 146

  Chapter 147

  Chapter 148

  Chapter 149

  Chapter 150

  Chapter 151

  Chapter 152

  Chapter 153

  Chapter 154

  Chapter 155

  Chapter 156

  Chapter 157

  Chapter 158

  Chapter 159

  Chapter 160

  Chapter 161

  Chapter 162

  Chapter 163

  Chapter 164

  Chapter 165

  Chapter 166

  Chapter 167

  Chapter 168

  Chapter 169

  VII. INVADER

  Chapter 170

  Chapter 171

  Chapter 172

  Chapter 173

  Chapter 174

  Chapter 175

  Chapter 176

  Chapter 177

  Chapter 178

  Chapter 179

  Chapter 180

  Chapter 181

  Chapter 182

  Chapter 183

  Chapter 184

  Chapter 185

  Chapter 186

  Chapter 187

  Chapter 188

  Chapter 189

  Chapter 190

  Chapter 191

  Chapter 192

  Chapter 193

  Chapter 194

  Chapter 195

  Chapter 196

  Chapter 197

  VIII. AVENGER

  Chapter 198

  Chapter 199

  Chapter 200

  Chapter 201

  Chapter 202

  Chapter 203

  Chapter 204

  Chapter 205

  Chapter 206

  Chapter 207

  Chapter 208

  Chapter 209

  Chapter 210

  Chapter 211

  Chapter 212

  Chapter 213

  Chapter 214

  Chapter 215

  Chapter 216

  Chapter 217

  Chapter 218

  Chapter 219

  Chapter 220

  Chapter 221

  Chapter 222

  Chapter 223

  Chapter 224

  Chapter 225

  Chapter 226

  Chapter 227

  Chapter 228

  IX. DEFENDER

  Chapter 229

  Chapter 230

  Chapter 231

  Chapter 232

  Chapter 233

  Chapter 234

  Chapter 235

  Chapter 236

  Chapter 237

  Chapter 238

  Chapter 239

  Chapter 240

  Chapter 241

  Chapter 242

  Chapter 243

  Chapter 244

  Chapter 245

  Chapter 246

  Chapter 247

  Chapter 248

  Chapter 249

  Chapter 250

  Chapter 251

  Chapter 252r />
  Chapter 253

  Chapter 254

  Chapter 255

  Chapter 256

  Chapter 257

  Chapter 258

  Chapter 259

  X. NEMESIS

  Chapter 260

  Chapter 261

  Chapter 262

  Chapter 263

  Chapter 264

  Chapter 265

  Chapter 266

  Chapter 267

  Chapter 268

  Chapter 269

  Chapter 270

  Chapter 271

  Chapter 272

  Chapter 273

  Chapter 274

  Chapter 275

  Chapter 276

  Chapter 277

  Chapter 278

  Chapter 279

  Chapter 280

  Chapter 281

  Chapter 282

  Chapter 283

  Chapter 284

  Chapter 285

  Chapter 286

  Chapter 287

  Chapter 288

  Chapter 289

  Chapter 290

  Chapter 291

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  Part I

  THE ENHANCED

  1

  The sign above the door reads: ‘Carmichael’s Academy’.

  It’s old and worn down, the metal rusted at the corners and hanging slightly loose on one side. Just from looking at it, you’d assume that the inside of the building was equally unkempt.

  And you’d be right.

  It’s a lie too. The word ‘academy’ in the title makes the building appear more than it is. A place, perhaps, for study and work, where the young are taught and educated and given a vocation.

  Really, it’s little more than a refuge for orphans and castaways, one of the few remaining in the city. Were it not for Mrs Carmichael, most of the kids here would find themselves in the northern quarter, swallowed up by the alleys and joining the ranks of the Disposables.

  It’s a sorry truth that many will end up there anyway. Mrs Carmichael’s charity can only stretch so far.

  I step over the threshold from the bustling street of Brick Lane and enter inside. A smell I know so intimately sweeps up my nose, the pungent scent of unwashed clothes and tobacco smoke that refuses to give way despite my best efforts. I have made it my mission to dismiss the odour for a while now, but to no avail.

  It’s our generous patron herself who contributes to the stench. Despite her many excellent qualities, Mrs Carmichael is a heavy smoker, a habit that appears to have been taken on by some of the older tenants living here.

  “It’s a losing battle,” she always tells me when she finds me scrubbing the old carpets and worn out curtains, puffing happily on a cigarette as she does so.

  I usually just smile and keep going. Frankly, it’s more as a way of keeping busy than anything else.

  The academy, or orphanage – because that’s what it really is – is situated over three floors in the west of Outer Haven, cosily nestled within one of the busiest residential districts in the city.

  The ground floor is taken up by the youngsters, the kids who are unable to legally work. They perform tasks around the place, washing dishes and cleaning clothes. Given how that side of the stench refuses to leave, I consider that they’re not doing a great job.

  The first floor is occupied by those in transition. Kids of an age where they can find a vocation, and yet are unable to do so. They are given only so long before they find themselves on the other side of the door. It’s harsh, but a necessary feature of life here at Carmichael’s.

  Such is the way throughout the sprawling urban jungle of Outer Haven.

  The second and top floor, meanwhile, exist to house those old enough to work. Half the money they earn is used to help care for those on the floors below. The other half is held in trust by our patron until the time is right for them to fly the nest. Mostly, that happens when they’re granted a housing license by the council and have a suitable pot of money to cover their essentials.

  Overall, it’s a symbiotic system where you work hard and give back. Since many of the kids here come when they’re very young, they’re only too happy to reciprocate when they reach the working age of 15.

  Some, of course, have been here longer than others.

  For me, it’s all my life.

  Eighteen years under the caring watch of Mrs Carmichael, the only parent I’ve ever known. I can honestly say it would take me a lifetime to repay her. If I could give her all of my wages, I would.

  Up through the building I step, passing the dusty main hall and moving up the winding staircase that leads to the second floor. The smell of stale smoke grows stronger as I rise and move down the corridor to the rear of the building. At the end, Mrs Carmichael’s own quarters await, with my room nearby on the left of the hallway.

  My first port of call is to tap on her door.

  My knuckles rap gently, and I hear a muffled call from within. I step inside and see my guardian sitting behind her desk in a fairly small and cluttered office. Off to the right, another door leads to her bedroom. On the left, she has a bathroom and little kitchenette. It’s a meagre allotment, but something she’s never cared for.

  It’s no surprise to find a cigarette dangling from her lips as she peruses some old files. Nor, given the time of day, is the sight of a large glass of whiskey particularly unusual.

  Behind an old pair of horn-rimmed glasses, her murky blue eyes rise to mine, a web of grey hair dangling untidily from her head. I’ve noticed that her general interest in her appearance has declined since the death of her husband, Derek, several years ago.

  “Evening, Brie,” she croaks, her thin lips building into a smile as her spindly fingers take possession of the cigarette. “Update?”

  “Yes, Mrs Carmichael,” I say. “The job’s all finished. The client was pleased. At least, I think he was.”

  “I’m sure he was, honey. Did you get payment?”

  “Sure did,” I say, stepping forward.

  I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out an envelope. For the most part, we operate on a cash only basis around here, most of our jobs being kept off the books. Mrs Carmichael enjoys a certain degree of anonymity, and doesn’t care for interference. Clearly, it works. I’ve never known anyone from the Court to venture this far. They don’t tend to take much interest in the lower workings of Outer Haven.