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The convoy moved like shadows across the city.Three black SUVs. Silent engines. No headlights. Just purpose.Sonia sat in the front vehicle, flanked by Alex and Jason. Behind them, Eric and Silas prepped the charges in silence. They were less than twenty minutes from the underground Daxton facility the final stronghold of everything corrupt, cruel, and hidden.Jason tapped the map spread across his lap. “There’s a maintenance tunnel. No heat sensors. Leads straight to Sublevel 4.”“What’s on Sublevel 4?” Alex asked.Jason hesitated.Sonia turned. “What aren’t you saying?”Jason looked at her, pain etched into every line of his face. “The children. The ones they’ve been experimenting on. There are dozens. Maybe more.”Silas cursed under his breath. “This just got darker than I imagined.”“They’ve been altering them,” Jason went on. “Neurochemical injections. Memory wipes. Psychological breaks. All to create the next generation of ‘perfect operatives.’”Sonia’s hands balled into fists.

The compound was chaos.Sirens still blared in the background as federal agents stormed the underground base. Children dozens of them were being led out into the morning light, some crying, others silent and wide-eyed, clinging to one another like lifelines.Sonia stood at the top of the stairs, her white shirt streaked with blood that wasn’t hers. Eric hovered beside her, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the scene.Jason appeared from the exit tunnel, bruised but grinning. “You really did it.”Sonia didn’t smile. Her eyes were locked on the convoy of black vans at the base of the hill. They were from the media. The outside world had finally come to see the monster behind Daxton Prep.“What happens next?” Echo asked, walking up slowly behind Sonia. She was in oversized clothes now, wrapped in a gray hoodie too big for her slight frame. But she looked... human. Real.“We tell the truth,” Sonia replied. “Every file. Every experiment. Every lie Daxton buried we release it all.”E

The air in Lagos was thick humid, heavy, and humming with life.Sonia stepped off the plane with sunglasses covering her eyes and her hoodie pulled low. The city buzzed around her horns blaring, voices shouting in Yoruba, English, and Pidgin, the scent of roasted plantains mixing with diesel fumes. It was nothing like Daxton. And yet, somehow, it was exactly where she needed to be.Behind her, Echo dragged two large cases each one filled with more tech than clothes. Jason followed, scanning the crowd with sharp eyes. Silas, pretending to be their tour guide, wore a ridiculous floral shirt and smiled like a madman. Eric came last, quiet, composed, but his fingers never left the concealed holster at his waist.“We’re being watched,” Echo murmured as they entered the terminal. “Three men by the car rental booth. They’ve clocked us twice.”“I see them,” Jason said. “No weapons visible. Could be just local muscle. Could be BrightCore.”Sonia adjusted her hoodie and walked calmly past the m