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Chapter 47 The Falsified Record

作者: R.J. Sterling
last update 公開日: 2026-06-02 00:15:12

The Harvester didn't even twitch when I dumped the final bio-electric surge into its neck joint.

Insulation cracked. Violet light seared my retinas, and then three hundred pounds of tactical alloy hit the floor with a hollow, floor-shaking thud.

I hit the tiles a second later.

The Amber Mask was receding, dragging a bitter frost through my marrow—the tax the DNA Key always collected from my blood.

"Security is thirty seconds out," Damian said.

He didn'

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    The flare screamed white noise against the ribbed walls of the maintenance tunnel.Damian’s hand clamped onto my tactical vest, a vice of leather and Kevlar dragging me toward the rusted cage of a ventilation fan.He was fast—efficient, cold, and practiced—but my vision was already bleeding into a silver-violet haze. To my eyes, he was moving through deep water.The Harvester at the far end of the conduit was a silhouette of ceramic plates and glowing blue optics, its pulse rifle rising in a slow-motion arc.Behind us, the hydraulic shriek of the saw eating through the hatch hit a fever pitch."Stay low," Damian rasped.It was the command of a man used to being the only predator in the room.I didn't stay low.My marrow started to simmer. It wasn’t just the touch; it was the proximity, the frantic, heavy rhythm of his heart beating inches from my spine.He was the match. I was the gasoline. The DNA Key didn't just activate; it tore its way out of my cells."Damian, six o'clock," I sai

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    Three. Two. One.I dug my heels into the reinforced floor of the War Room, bracing against the internal tide.Damian didn’t move. He stood fifty feet below the Atlantic’s churn, offering me the very throat he’d used to order my family’s erasure. My fingers cramped around the titanium needle hidden in the seam of my robe."Why haven't you done it?" he asked.His voice was a low-frequency scrape that rattled my teeth.I didn't answer. My mouth tasted of copper and battery acid. Beneath my skin, the silver threads were a high-voltage itch, a live wire looking for a ground."Because the child keeps time for us both," I finally managed.The Moore-Register had taken hold—that metallic vibration in my vocal cords that turned my voice into a serrated edge."Every time I think about sliding this steel into your carotid, the heartbeat syncs. It anchors the thing inside me. You aren't a man anymore, Damian. Y

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    The echo didn’t just bounce off the metal; it vibrated in my teeth.Three. Two. One.My own grounding count, tapped out by a ghost in the ventilation. It was a rhythmic mockery of the discipline my father had beaten into my bones.Damian’s hand remained anchored to the back of my neck, his thumb resting over the silver thread that pulsed like a live wire beneath my skin. He didn’t look up at the vents. He didn’t even blink."Ignore it," he whispered, the sound a dry scrape in the small space. "The witness is already dead. They just don't know it yet."He steered me toward the back of the medical alcove, his grip steady, forcing my limping legs to keep pace.My right thigh burned. The Syndicate data chip was a jagged pressure buried in the fascia, grinding against the muscle with every step. I didn't let the pain reach my face. A Moore didn't bleed for the audience.Damian slammed a palm against a section of the

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