Elara’s eyes turned cold—a frozen, dead tundra. She reached into her suit jacket and pulled out a small, silver derringer."Then the masterpiece is flawed," she said, her voice devoid of any emotion. "And I have a policy about flawed assets. I will liquidate them."She leveled the derringer at Panni’s head."Wait," Panni croaked.Panni pushed themselves up from Jinyan’s chest. Their right arm hung limp and scorched, but their left hand was clenched in the dirt. Panni looked at Elara, and for the first time in ten years, there was no fear in their eyes. There was only a cold, clinical recognition."You're right, Elara," Panni said, their voice steady despite the tremors. "I am your masterpiece. I know exactly how you think. I know exactly how you plan.""Then you know this is the end, little bird.""Is it?" Panni pointed to the transmitter Elara was still holding. "Check the signal frequency, Elara. Not the tracker. The background signal."Elara frowned, glancing down at her device. A
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