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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
Liam and Cassandra. The Race.
Cassandra Thorne’s office was now a command
center. Phones rang incessantly. Emails flooded in.
News producers clamored for interviews.
Liam, despite his crushing exhaustion, was a
whirlwind of activity. He was coordinating with
Cassandra, providing details, answering questions, his
clarity cutting through the chaos.
"They're moving Evelyn," Liam said, his gaze
fixed on a monitor displaying the coordinates from
Evelyn’s message. "I can feel it. A shift in the energy.
They're taking her deeper."
Cassandra looked at him. "You feel it? O'Connell,
we need something concrete. We need to find her.
Now."
"The facility," he insisted. "It's underground.
Mallory’s vision showed me. There must be a way in.
A hidden entrance. A service tunnel."
Cassandra was already typing, cross-referencing
the satellite images with geological surveys of the
area, looking for anomalies. "Remote access points.
Old mining tunnels. Anything that could lead into a
subterranean complex."
The phone rang. Cassandra answered. "Thorne.
Yes, we're live. What's the latest?" She listened.
"They're trying to discredit us. Saying O'Connell is
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