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Just as The Director aimed his pistol at Evelyn,
just as he pulled the trigger…
A deafening ROAR ripped through the facility.
Water. A torrent of it. Bursting from ruptured
pipes, flooding the corridors, cascading down from the
ceilings. The central cooling system. Cassandra’s
desperate act.
The corridor became a vortex of water, steam, and
chaos. Operatives howled, slipping, falling, their
weapons shorting out.
The Director, momentarily stunned by the deluge,
hesitated.
Vega, seizing the opportunity, jammed the two
power cables together.
A blinding flash. A deafening CRACKLE!
The entire facility plunged into darkness. The
emergency lights died. The sounds of machinery
ceased. The drone, still a lifeless heap, was swallowed
by the rising water.
Liam, released from his captor by the chaos,
scrambled to the gurney. "Evelyn!"
He felt her hand, cold and limp. He shone his
flashlight on her face. Her eyes were closed. Her
breathing, imperceptible.
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