They tore the drives out of my hands.One hard, coordinated pull and the archive left my grip completely. The handwritten index went with it. I felt the plastic edge scrape my palm raw and then there was only air and the sudden useless weight of the empty cracked case still locked in my left hand. The residual shapes turned as a unit and started moving for the breached doors, the materials already disappearing into their formation under residual test fire cover.I left the pedestal.It was the first time in what felt like hours that my knees left that cold metal. The systemic cold and the cumulative blood loss made the floor tilt hard under me. My vision narrowed at the edges. I still lunged. The second-key woman shouted something sharp I did not fully catch. Kennedy’s voice came from the stretcher, thin and urgent, telling me to stay down, telling me the materials were already gone, but I was already moving across the chamber floor on hands and knees because the drives were the only
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