LOGINThe words hit me like a physical blow, the air leaving my lungs in a short, sharp gasp."Theo," I whisper."No," Cole says immediately, his hand coming down on my shoulder, his grip almost painful. "Theo was in the hospital bed, Nora. He was asleep. We left him with Miller.""Miller is bureau, Cole. He’s not medical," I say, the logic snapping into place with a terrifying, absolute certainty. The space between wrong and right is gone. There is only the data. "The X-14 didn't fry Theo’s pathways. He told us he was the sword. He gave Miller the coordinates because he knew we would come here. He knew we would clear the site and activate the core.""He used us," Jonah says from behind us, his flashlight beam shaking against the concrete wall. "He used his own sister to bypass the security tier."I stand up, leaving Marcus in the dark. The cold in the tunnel doesn't feel like weather anymore. It feels like the inside of my father’s mind. It feels like the reality we’ve been trying to run f
"Cole! Cole, talk to me!"My hands are fumbling through the dark, my palms scraping against hard concrete and sharp shards of plastic. The air is suddenly thick with the stench of burning insulation and ozone. My ears are ringing from the blast, a high-pitched whine that drowns out everything else.A heavy weight shifts beside me, followed by a low, ragged cough. "I’m here. I’m okay. Where’s Jonah?""I’m by the stairs," Jonah’s voice calls out from the dark, sounding far away and muffled. "The main breaker blew. The emergency backup isn't kicking in. We’re on a dead line."A beam of light cuts through the smoke. It’s Cole’s flashlight, its lens cracked but the bulb still flickering. He aims it toward the center of the room.The terminal is a melted ruin of plastic and copper wire. Marcus is gone. The chair is knocked over, a trail of dark, heavy drops of blood smeared across the concrete leading toward the secondary exit door at the back of the server bay."He hit the line," Cole says
"Step away from that console, Nora, or I swear to God I’ll end this right now."Marcus’s hand is shaking so violently the metal barrel of his gun clatters against the edge of the server rack. The red indicator lights cast a sickening, bloody glow across his sunken cheeks. He looks less like a man and more like a corpse being animated by sheer, desperate panic."The recording is automated, Marcus," I say, keeping my palms flat and visible as I take a slow step forward. The concrete floor is freezing, the cold biting right through my thin sneakers, but my blood is boiling. "My father died two years ago. He’s not sending a transmission. The system is just executing the final loop.""Shut up! You don't know what he did!" Marcus screams, a spray of saliva catching the white light of the monitor. "He locked the stabilization file behind your neural signature. If you don't press that key, the sequence will execute, and the purge will wipe everything. I’ll lose the last six years. I won't eve
"Play it again."Cole’s voice is sharp, cutting through the hum of the SUV’s heater as the tires crunch over the ice-covered gravel road. We’ve been across the border for two hours, the trees getting denser, the sky lowering until it feels like we’re driving through a cave made of white pine and gray cloud.I hit the button on my phone. The static fills the car again, a harsh, scraping sound that sets my teeth on edge before the voice cuts through. *"...I'm already inside."*"Marcus," Cole says, his hand slamming into the dashboard. "It’s Marcus Webb. He’s not dead, Nora. The overdose in the precinct... it was another extraction. Dex set it up before the rink went down.""He was at the cabin," I say, my fingers curling into the fabric of my hoodie. "He had the gasoline because he was cleaning the site. He wasn't working for Dex anymore. He was working for the people who bought the subsidiary.""The Whitfield Group," Cole says, his eyes fixing on the white road ahead. "My father’s boar
"We aren't going to Canada, Nora. It’s a trap."Cole is standing by the window of the hospital room, his arms crossed over his chest as the afternoon light turns a cold, watery gray. He hasn't stopped pacing since Agent Miller left the folder on my tray. The ink on the paper looks fresh, the numbers written in Theo’s shaky, uneven script."It’s not a trap," I say, my voice tight as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. The tile is freezing against my bare soles, a sharp jolt that helps clear the remaining fog from my brain. "My father spent three months in Ontario the year before he died. He told us he was doing field research on low-temperature enzyme preservation. He wasn't preserving enzymes, Cole. He was moving the backup.""Let the bureau handle it," Cole says, turning to face me. His eyes are dark with a frustration that has been building for hours. "They have teams for this. They have tactical units. You almost died yesterday, Nora. Your brother is still sleeping off a chem
"Wake up, Nora. Please, you have to open your eyes."The voice is rough, jagged around the edges, and it sounds like it’s traveling through a long metal pipe. I try to pull air into my lungs, but my chest feels like it’s trapped under a block of concrete. The smell of copper is gone, replaced by the sharp, sterile scent of white sheets and rubbing alcohol. My right hand is burning, a throbbing, rhythmic pain that sets my wrist on fire. I force my eyelids open, the bright fluorescent light from above slashing directly into my brain.Cole is there. He is leaning over the edge of the bed, his face pale under a layer of smudge marks and dark stubble. His eyes are bloodshot, wide with a frantic kind of panic that softens the second he sees me blink. He is gripping my left hand so tight my fingers are numb, but I don't care. The touch is the only thing keeping the room from spinning into the floor."Theo," I rasp. My tongue feels like sand. "Where is Theo?"Cole lets out a long, shuddering
"You’re breathing too fast, Nora. Slow down before you pass out."Cole’s voice is the only thing keeping me from spinning off the edge of the world. We are huddled in the back of the helicopter, the roar of the rotors vibrating through my teeth. My lungs feel tight, like they’ve been scrubbed with
"Nora, get behind me!"Cole’s voice is a whip, cracking through the stagnant air of the physics lab, but I’m frozen. I watch the glass vial slip from Theo’s fingers like it’s moving through honey. It hits the tile with a sound that isn't a crash, just a soft, wet pop. A cloud of fine, shimmering mi
The seminar room is exactly as I remember it. The round table. The heavy oak chairs. The smell of old books and floor wax.I sit in my usual spot. My notebook is open, my pen ready. The other students are there, whispering about the weekend, complaining about the workload. Everything is normal. Eve
I wake up to the sound of a heart monitor. *Beep. Beep. Beep.* It’s a steady, annoying sound that cuts through the fog in my brain. I keep my eyes closed, trying to remember where I am. A bank vault? A helicopter? A mountain?The memories are there, but they feel like they belong to someone else. L







