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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
appeared on screens, on documents, on the lapel pins
of the men in suits.
The Helix.
The name echoed in his mind, clear and sharp.
Helix Pharma.
He saw a vast complex. Not a factory, but a
research facility. Hidden. Underground. Somewhere
cold. Somewhere remote.
A map. A blurred image of a geographical
location. Mountains. A specific mountain range. The
Rockies.
He saw a man. Older. Distinguished. But with
eyes that were devoid of warmth. The Director. His
face, now clear, etched with a chilling intelligence. He
was speaking, his voice a calm, hypnotic drone, about
"market stability," about "managing the narrative,"
about "unforeseen variables."
Liam understood. They weren't just protecting
profits. They were controlling information.
Controlling minds.
He saw Mallory. Not a memory, but an
impression. Her despair. Her search for something
real. She’d been close. Too close. She had found
something. A fragment. A clue.
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