The transition was brutal.Eight hours ago, they were sweating in the Sahara desert. Now, they were flying over the Arctic Circle, staring down at an endless expanse of white death.Inside the jet, the silence was heavy.Margaret sat by the window, her hands trembling as she held an old photograph of her husband, Liam Sterling."I thought we died together," Margaret whispered, a tear sliding down her face. "I saw the fire consume the car. If Phineas is right... if Liam is alive... what have they done to him for twenty years?""He's not Liam," Jackson said coldly from the other side of the cabin. He was sharpening a combat knife, the scraping sound rhythmic and eerie. "Whatever is down there... it's just a shell. A weapon made by Vex Corp.""He is still your father, Jackson," Serenity placed a hand on his arm."My father died when I was ten," Jackson stopped sharpening. He looked up, his eyes hard as flint, hiding immense pain. "My mission is to neutralize the threat. Even if it wears
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