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But someone else might. Someone looking for the
truth.
Liam. The Transmission.
Liam burst into the small, dusty office of
Cassandra Thorne, the flash drive clutched in his
hand. He was disheveled, exhausted, but his eyes
blazed with determination.
Cassandra looked up from her computer, her
expression a mixture of annoyance and surprise.
"O'Connell! What in God's name…?"
"I found it," he gasped, holding out the flash drive.
"Proof. The facility. In the Rockies. Satellite images.
Land deeds. It's all here."
Cassandra took the drive. She opened the files, her
eyes widening as she saw the detailed satellite maps,
the land acquisition documents.
"Holy…," she said, her skepticism melting away,
replaced by a journalist’s hunger for a story. "This is
big, O'Connell. This is huge."
Just then, a news alert flashed on her screen. A live
broadcast. A press conference.
The Director. Dr. Anya Sharma. And Evelyn,
strapped to an EEG machine, her brain activity
displayed for the world to see.
Cassandra’s eyes narrowed. "What the hell is
this?"
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