The service elevator groaned as it ascended, the metal walls vibrating with the distant thunder of explosions from the lower floors. Amelia leaned against the cold steel, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Noah was asleep in her arms, exhausted by the adrenaline dump and the sedatives still lingering in his system. Ethan stood beside her, checking the magazine of his rifle, his face a mask of grim determination. "Helipad is two levels up," Ethan said, glancing at the digital display. "If Marcus gets on that chopper, he’s gone. And if he injects that syringe into the main server node before takeoff..." He didn't need to finish the sentence. They both knew what it meant. Total neural collapse for Amelia. Death for Clara. And likely, fatal feedback loops for anyone connected to the network—including Noah, whose brainwaves were already synced with the facility’s core. "We have to stop him," Amelia whispered. "But we can’t fight an entire Zurich extraction team alone." As if summ
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