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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
details, confirming their survival, and Evelyn’s critical
condition.
"She's alive," Vega said, his voice tight with a rare
hint of emotion. "But she's barely clinging on. We
need a medevac. Discreet. Now."
Cassandra’s voice, tinny through the phone, was a
mixture of relief and urgency. "I'm on it. I've got a
contact. A private air ambulance."
Liam felt a wave of utter exhaustion wash over
him. The adrenaline was draining, leaving him hollow.
But he looked at Evelyn, and a new resolve solidified
within him. He had to protect her. He had to ensure
her survival.
Evelyn. The Deep Rest. The Healing.
Evelyn drifted. Not in darkness, but in a luminous
stillness. She was in The Stillness, deeper than ever
been before. Her body, ravaged by the paralytic agent,
by the invasive probes, by the trauma of capture, was
slowly, meticulously, repairing itself.
She saw images. Not memories, but pure,
unadulterated data. The intricate dance of neurons.
The flow of vital energy. The subtle, restorative pulse
knitting together damaged tissues, clearing cellular
debris, resetting her neurological pathways.
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