ALMOST PERFECT
"Late? Darling, I'm the schedule. The tower falls at dusk, as planned. But you three are loose ends–variables I need to recalibrate. Open the hatch, and I'll make it quick. New deal: immunity for you and Grey, Maya walks with a severance package. Refuse, and I bury you here with the rest of the obsolete tech."
Grey joined Lisa at the panel, his breath warm against her ear. "She's lying. Immunity means silence, and silence means we're assets again."
Maya nodded, queuing a backup upload on the console. "Stall her. I've got a countermeasure– EMP pulse rigged to the hatch. It'll fry their comms and weapons, buy us ten minutes to exfil through the back tunnel."
Lisa pressed the intercom. "Proof.
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