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Chapter Sixty-eight – Extraction

Author: Mercy V.
last update publish date: 2026-05-20 17:27:13

The warehouse still smelled like antiseptic and burnt circuits when the alert came in.

Niko was the first to see it.

He’d been feeding our fresh Medusa‑signature into simulation environments for hours, watching it gnaw through Godmode‑like architectures with cold, surgical precision.

Now, one of his side windows flashed red.

“New A2 spike,” he said, straightening. “Live. External.”

My head was still pounding, but I pushed myself upright.

“Where?” I asked.

“Small town, three hours out,” he said.
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