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Lab Perimeter – 3 Minutes Later Black SUVs screeched to a halt outside the facility's concealed entrance, their armored hulls gleaming like beetles in the pre-dawn darkness. Armed men spilled out like shadows given substance, their movements coordinated with the precision of operators who had conducted this type of raid dozens of times before. Night vision goggles and tactical gear made them look less than human—death walking on two legs, equipped with the latest in military technology and utterly devoid of conscience."Pharmaceutical strike team," James growled, slamming the reinforced door shut with a metallic clang that echoed through the facility like a death knell. His massive frame blocked the portal completely as magnetic locks engaged with electronic whines. "Corporate mercenaries. The kind that make problems disappear permanently."Through the facility's external cameras, they could see the assault team deploying with textbook efficiency. Snipers took overwatch positions on

Aircraft – En Route to Unknown Location The sunrise painted the clouds gold and crimson as Griffin bandaged Eli's wounds with supplies from the VTOL's comprehensive medical kit, his hands working with steady precision despite the aircraft's subtle vibration through the atmosphere. They flew above commercial air traffic lanes, their stealth coating and electronic countermeasures rendering them invisible to both civilian radar and military tracking systems. Below them, the world continued its mundane rotation while they planned the next phase of a war that most people would never know was being fought.Eli sat motionless as Griffin worked, his mismatched eyes focused on something beyond the horizon line visible through the aircraft's windows. The partial neural deprogramming had left him in a state of psychological flux—memories returning in fragments, emotional responses fluctuating between human warmth and conditioned coldness. He was healing, but healing from the type of damage he'

Aircraft – En Route to Unknown Location The sunrise painted the clouds gold and crimson as Griffin bandaged Eli's wounds with supplies from the VTOL's comprehensive medical kit, his hands working with steady precision despite the aircraft's subtle vibration through the atmosphere. They flew above commercial air traffic lanes, their stealth coating and electronic countermeasures rendering them invisible to both civilian radar and military tracking systems. Below them, the world continued its mundane rotation while they planned the next phase of a war that most people would never know was being fought.Eli sat motionless as Griffin worked, his mismatched eyes focused on something beyond the horizon line visible through the aircraft's windows. The partial neural deprogramming had left him in a state of psychological flux—memories returning in fragments, emotional responses fluctuating between human warmth and conditioned coldness. He was healing, but healing from the type of damage he'

Stratosphere – 0623 Hours The VTOL's weapons systems whined to life as James slid into the pilot's seat, his hands finding familiar positions on controls that reminded him of aircraft he'd flown in Syria, Afghanistan, and a dozen other conflicts that officially never happened. The harness cut into his shoulders as he engaged the combat protocols, transforming their stealth transport into something resembling a gunship. "Hold onto your guts, people!"The aircraft banked hard starboard as the first volley of missiles streaked past, close enough that their heat signatures overloaded the proximity sensors. Through the reinforced canopy, James could see their attackers—sleek, angular aircraft that looked like they'd been designed in a wind tunnel and built in a laboratory. No national markings, no identification codes, just the matte black finish of deniable assets.Maria strapped herself in beside Eli, who was calibrating the rear plasma cannons with the focused intensity of a surgeon p

Vogel Neural Research Hub – Chilean Andes – 0200 Hours The Andes cut through the night sky like broken glass, jagged peaks silhouetted against stars that seemed close enough to touch at this altitude. The air was thin enough to make every breath deliberate, cold enough to turn exhaled vapor into crystalline fog that could betray their position to thermal scanners. Eli Reeves adjusted his night-vision goggles, the world transforming into a landscape of green-tinged shadows and heat signatures that painted the mountainside in ghostly detail."Thermal scans show twelve guards patrolling the compound's perimeter," he whispered into his throat mic, his voice barely audible over the wind that howled through the mountain passes. "Standard rotation pattern, but they're carrying military-grade hardware. SA80 assault rifles, ceramic body armor, and what looks like experimental tech integrated into their helmets."The Vogel Neural Research Hub sprawled across a natural plateau like a metallic