Elijah’s POVThe grinding hum of the machinery grew louder, echoing off the concrete walls. Sparks flew as the team cut through the reinforced door, everyone on high alert, anticipating what might lie on the other side. My heart pounded, my eyes fixed on the door. Julian and I exchanged a quick look—he knew the stakes were high tonight.Finally, with a hiss of steam and a heavy groan, the door gave way, revealing a narrow, darkened passage stretching deep into the estate’s lower levels.We entered carefully, my bodyguards close by, their weapons drawn. The stale air reeked of neglect, mixed with a faint metallic tang. Julian motioned to the operatives to move forward, covering every angle.“Stay sharp,” he whispered, and we pushed deeper into the passage, the corridor twisting and narrowing until we reached a closed door at the end—a simple, unmarked entry, almost too plain for its significance.Inside, the room was faintly illuminated by the glow of multiple computer monitors, casti
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