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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
"No escape," she murmured. A single door led to a
stairwell, undoubtedly already compromised. The
windows overlooked the alley, too high, too exposed.
"Unless…" he started, then trailed off, his gaze
fixed on the book Evelyn still clutched. "Unless
what?"
"Unless we go deeper. We turn their greatest
weapon against them."
He frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Deep Rest," she said, her voice cutting through
the helicopter's roar. "We don't have a proper chamber.
We don't have time. But you've been there. You know
the way. We need to use it. Now."
He stared at her, bewildered. "Use it? For what?
To hide?"
"To see," she corrected, her mind piecing together
a reckless, impossible plan. "Finch’s notes. The
ancient texts. They hint at more than just healing.
They speak of crispness, of insight, of accessing
suppressed information. What if it isn't just a reset, but
a key? A key to unlock information that can save us."
Liam’s face was a mixture of fear and dawning
comprehension. "You want me to… go back in? Now?
With them outside?"
"We don't have a choice," she insisted. "They want
the book. They want the data. They want to bury the
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