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Or I release Serena and expose you. My phone—Serena’s phone—buzzed on the nightstand. I snatched it up, heart slamming. Unknown number. 'Day one. Fifty days left. Start with the offshore account marked NEREID.' I froze, my thumb hovering over the screen. NEREID. There it was—the name. The specific account she wanted drained. My stomach twisted so hard I thought I’d puke.

Beneath the photo, a single line of text was typed out. The screen glowed brightly in the dark: "We know what is happening inside the nest, Captain Kael. See you at Game Five."

I cried, trying to pry his fingers off. ​"Then why," Jax asked, his voice dropping to a terrifying whisper as he looked at the screen again, "is there a photo of you standing outside that same office at midnight last night?" ​The screen changed one last time. It was a grainy shot of me. I wasn't with Elias. I was alone, holding a key that looked exactly like the one to the school’s main server room. ​ The "One Night Stand" was the distraction, but the real secret is starting to leak. Before I could answer Jax, the club’s lights cut out completely, and a voice over the intercom—distorted and deep—began to speak.

Signal from the Outside World September 12, 2029 – Blackbird-Coyote Dorm, late afternoon The dorm finally lets mortal cell service through for exactly thirty minutes (probably because it feels sorry for us). Our phones explode. First comes the text. From a number I haven’t seen since senior year of high school. Julian Bathory [4:17 p.m.] dude. DUDE. the entire supernatural internet is losing its shit somebody leaked helmet-cam footage of you six wrecking the Sky Court i just watched you surf a throne-ship on a titanium board while your boyfriend turned into a star-coyote i need new pants also tell Seras her dad is crying in the dojo again

Sebastian asks her. Cam- That whistle thing… Temperance- Yeah, what was the tune? Dun, dun, dun. Da, Dun? Cam- How does that translate to text? Temperance- Right…. Cam- Hank! Temperance- Yeah, his password for everything. Temperance grabs the phone. Temperance- HANK. Milo- Moving now. Use Alternative password for move three. “Any ideas?” Sebastian asks. “Sandy” Temperance answers quickly.

"Just do as you are told and stop asking questions." Darryl looked at Alexander with disatisfaction. "Okay boss," Alexander said and left the office in surprise. ########## United States, New York City - New York. "Miss the package has arrived successfully" Sheryl reported. "Good. We are left with a few hours till dawn. Make sure it is delivered without any clues." Kelsa ordered. "Okay Miss," Sheryl said. As they were busy discussing, a little girl run into the office.

Sighing, I decided to send a text message instead. Hi Aunt, is everything okay? With that sent, I decided to go through Cora's phone, looking for something to occupy my mind. I opened the gallery, scrolling through the photos, when my heart stopped. There, in the midst of the images, was a soundless video of Zac and Ethan in a deep conversation.

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The light in both rooms dimmed, the monitor next to the bed flickering with a 'video'. The screen came alive, projecting a first-person point of view. They watched through Artemis' eyes as she 'awoke' in a flooded corridor of the White Manor. "What is that?" Herrington asked with narrowed eyes. Ghost and Shade looked at each other and then back to the screen, Ghost beginning to explain, "Top secret neural tech developed by the black ops unit. TX-1 Neural Doorway. It captures raw neural activity and records it, live-streaming it. Though this is just a prototype. I had to ask the General for permission," he finished.