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Chapter 106: The Entrance
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2026-04-18 17:24:24AXEL POV
We chased them through smoke and chaos. Victoria ahead. Jax and Rookie flanking her. All three running deeper into the facility. Away from Marco's assault. Away from the exit. Into the maze of tunnels. "They're heading for the central chamber!" I shouted to Em. The main operations room. Where Victoria had monitored everything. Where this had all started. We followed. Behind us, gunfire. Explosions. Marco's arm
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