MICHAEL’S POV"Sir, they've breached the east wing. We're losing ground."I stared at the twelve screens mounted on my office wall, watching my empire crumble in real time. Flames consuming the library. Armed mercenaries storming through hallways I'd walked a thousand times. Bodies everywhere.I didn't blink or move, all I did was watch."Sir, did you hear me? We need to evacuate, now.""Get out, Silas.""But sir…""I said get out!"He ran away like a cheetah. The door slammed behind him, leaving me alone with the screens, and the destruction.Three wings overrun. My security forces were scattered and dying. Millions of dollars in art, furniture, and equipment being destroyed or stolen by these animals, but I didn't care about any of that.And scrolling to screen seven, I could see the medical wing, plus empty gurneys, and broken equipment. But Frieda wasn't there.While on screen three, the prison cells. Both doors were wide open, but empty.She was gone.Someone has taken what belo
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