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“Public appearances. Joint statements. Romantic paparazzi moments.” “And then we fake-breakup?” “Eventually. Or maybe not.” I stared at him. “You’re enjoying this.” “I enjoy puzzles,” he said. “And right now, you’re the most interesting one in the room.” He buttoned his cuff again and headed for the door. “Sleep tight, fiancée,” he called over his shoulder. And then he was gone. ______________________________________________________________________ I woke up to thirty-two missed calls, three back-to-back headlines, and a group chat explosion titled “ADELAINE WTF?” — in all caps. Zain’s name also pops up. He had the nerve to still text me.

I died shivering in that forgotten walk-in freezer, the cold swallowing me whole. It was only after death claimed me that the truth finally surfaced. Chloe had changed the setting from 14°F to -58°F. The phone I could have used to call for help froze and died with me. Afterward, my soul lingered, tethered to the shadows of my three brothers. For three endless days, I watched them hover around Chloe's hospital bed, as if she were the true victim clinging to life.

And afterward, as they lay under warm sheets, she whispered, “I’m scared.” He tightened his hold. “Then be scared. Just don’t stop.” The Vault Civic Server blinked twice. Then lines of code flooded the mainframe. An alert appeared: Unverified uploads detected – Origin: ECHO-backchannel-X92 And then: SYSTEM FLAGGED: BURNETT, SOPHIE – Psychological Instability, Emotional Erosion Patterns Within seconds, a fake tweet posted from her archived handle: “I lied about Firelight. I never stopped it. I just buried it.”

“Clip that to any power trunk feeding their back-of-house. It’ll whisper over the line like a drunk rosary.” Bruno weighed it. “Cute.” “And this,” Pauly said, handing Wolfgang a pair of nondescript fobs, “spoofs cage access if you can get within ten centimetres of a reader. Two taps, long-short, then present. If you do short-long, you’ll trigger an audit alarm and we all die.” Wolf looked at the fob like it might bite. “Long-short. Not short-long. Got it.” “Say it back to me.”

“Freeze all associated accounts before 9 a.m.” Roe moved quickly, sending digital authorizations through the internal banking network. Marcus kept time. “We’ll have a chain reaction once the accounts lock,” he warned. I didn’t care. “Better reaction than depletion,” I said. The command went through. Within minutes, transactions pending under false IDs failed mid-process.

“We must freeze before they start moving.” “You also need to be careful,” Reyes added quickly. “If you freeze the wrong line, you block legitimate operations. That brings suits. It also alerts the suspects you are watching them. They will shift to another channel and disappear. The trick is to freeze the right corridor at the right time, then mirror servers and pull historic logs so you can follow the trail even if they try to reroute.”

Julian spent the next twenty-four hours deep within the RPO code, subsisting on cold coffee and adrenaline. The code base was a masterpiece of paranoia, written in Arthur Thorne’s unique, highly obfuscated style, designed to be resistant to rapid human comprehension. It was a tribute to his father's genius and a testament to the deadly nature of his opposition. Julian’s goal was simple in concept but brutally complex in execution: reverse the RPO’s lethal function. He needed to preserve the Isolation and Cloaking protocols while nullifying the Extraction component—the sequence designed to digitally neutralize the Proxy's unique signature and, by extension, the Proxy himself.