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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
"They're inside," Cassandra muttered, her fingers
hacking into the company’s internal security network.
"Now for the fun part."
She encountered firewalls, advanced encryption,
and a constantly shifting network architecture. Their
digital defenses were as formidable as their physical
ones.
"They're good," she conceded, "But I'm better."
Evelyn. The Hum. The Resistance.
Evelyn’s consciousness was fading. The
paralyzing agent was taking hold. She could no longer
feel her limbs. Her breathing shallow.
This is it, she thought, a final sigh in the silence of
her mind.
But then, the tremor intensified. It was growing
stronger. Not a hallucination. Not a dying brain. It was
real.
A sound. A hiss of cutting metal.
And then, a voice. A distant, muffled voice.
Vega. Liam.
Hope, a fragile, impossible spark, ignited in the
dying embers of her consciousness. They were here.
They had come.
The Director, oblivious to the subtle vibrations,
watched the monitors. "Full cessation in thirty
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