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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
clinic, claiming to have seen visions of a global
conspiracy?
No. He needed someone else. Someone outside
the system. Someone who understood secrets.
He thought of Silas Thorne. The eccentric old
professor, the owner of the bookstore. He had known
about "Somnus Profundus." He had been Evelyn’s
contact.
He limped towards the main road, hoping to hail a
taxi. He needed to get back to Silas’s apartment. He
needed to find the book. He needed to find something
that would prove his story.
The Director's Desk
The Director sat at his desk, a single, high-
resolution monitor displaying Evelyn’s sterile white
cell. He watched as the two lab-coated figures began
their "preliminary diagnostics."
"Status on O'Connell?" he barked into his comms.
"Still at large, Director," the crisp voice replied.
"He's on foot. Moving erratically. We have units
converging on his last known location."
"Do not engage him directly in public," The
Director commanded. "Too much attention. Too many
witnesses. Observe. Track. Let him lead us to
anything he may have taken. Then, secure him.
Quietly."
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