The third move came that night that was silent, surgical, and far more intimate than any strike before.At exactly 2:17 a.m., one of Blackstone’s external safehouses, discreetly repurposed as a medical relay station under Althea’s oversight, went dark.There was no explosion or any gunfire.No screams echoing through the comms.Only silence.By the time the first response unit breached the perimeter, the facility was already stripped of life. Medical carts were abandoned mid-use, half-filled syringe lay on the floor while tablets showing charts were blinking in idle mode.But the facility is empty.Every doctor.Every nurse.Every orderly.Gone. Taken. Alive.And left behind, mounted neatly on the central station wall, was a single message burned into the digital monitor. “You built a sanctuary. I turned it into a cage.”*Dominic stood in the operations room, shoulders rigid, eyes locked on the surveillance playback loop. Beside him stood Althea, who is pale, still, but upright.Comp
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