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Chapter Thirty-three–Closer

Author: Lyna
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-21 13:59:51

Qye was standing by the window of Bluey's old apartment. It was the only vacant space she could find immediately outside the main Jager surveillance zone. The room was sparsely furnished and dimly lit. The landlord had sent someone to pack out Bluey's things and cleaned the space before Qye’s moving in. She lit a cigarette, taking a long, contemplative drag, and watched the jolly smoke curl up and disappear into the stale air.

Her phone rang, an encrypted line.

“What's going on?” Qye asked, exhaling a plume of smoke.

“I think something big is going down at the Niche Tech Room,” the anonymous contact reported, his voice tight with frustration. “High alert, internal shutdown. But I can't figure it out. Entry is limited to only authorized personnel, and they’ve locked down every data port.”

“What do you think it is?” Qye asked impatiently.

“I have no idea. But the robot launch has been postponed due to unforeseen circumstances. I think they got your package” The anonymous caller intoned.
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