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Chapter 6

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Clifford led the escort, sirens blaring at maximum alert. He vowed, "Your safety is now my personal responsibility."

...

Six months later, my right hand, after multiple surgeries, regained 90% function. I pulled through the darkest days.

Clifford promoted me to lead the Sword Special Ops Unit, granting me vast authority.

Patrick and Rita vanished from my world. I assumed they were atoning their sins in jail, until one afternoon, a shrill alarm shattered the calm.

"Level-one alert! Unknown explosive in Central Square! Structure unknown, impossible to defuse!"

I rushed to the command center, where the massive screen displayed a bizarre bomb in 360-degree detail. Experts shouted into comms, "It's live! Any move triggers self-destruction!"

My eyes locked on the circuit's unique looping pattern.

"It's her!" I shivered, recognizing Rita's "genius" design from her coursework.

I grabbed my jacket and stormed into Clifford's office, slamming the blueprint on his desk. "It's Rita!"

He
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    ...I donned my blast suit and rushed into the building.There were no blueprints or plans. I just followed my past life's memories to bypass Rita's faulty wiring, ignore the blinking red traps, and locate the core server with precision.Liquid nitrogen hissed, white mist filling the air. The piercing alarm stopped, indicating that the secondary detonation had been neutralized.I removed my helmet, sweat and fog blurring my vision. Exhausted, I slumped against the wall, nearly fainting.Outside, the crowd cheered in relief. My colleagues rushed to support me, their voices thick with gratitude."Mary, you're incredible!""We knew you'd pull it off!"I declined their celebratory invites, eager to go home and rest.As I reached for my car, a sharp pain hit my neck. A hand clamped over my mouth, dragging me backward. My struggles were futile as I was shoved into a dark storage room.The door slammed shut and locked.Tied to a cold chair, I couldn't move. A flickering bulb reveal

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