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He had let his guard down once and they killed his beloved wife… it must never happen again, never. "What did you see?" asked one of his men who entered the room with a concerned expression plastered all over face. He seemed to be an IT specialist. "A black SUV has been parked outside my private apartment for the past couple days ." replied Scarlett. "It must have been them." The IT specialist nodded and quickly got to work, typing away on his laptop as he accessed the security footage around the area. Meanwhile, Scarlett's father was already giving orders to his team of armed men. "We need eyes everywhere," he said sternly. "And we can't let our guard down again."

A pinhead sized red dot. Miles away, in a lab filled with humming lights and glass walls, a man watched the feed fade out. He didn't look surprised. He tapped the screen once, then scribbled on a tablet: Subject Seven, First Kill Confirmed. Proceed to Stage Two. A slow smile crept across his lips. "Welcome to the real world, little wolf.”

There would still be a next time. Mariam went to Saadiya who engulfed Mariam in a tight embrace and they both sobbed on each other's shoulders, they stood there crying for a while before walking up to where Parvina's body laid and knelt beside her. Mariam scooped Parvina's head in her arms and pressed it against her chest, planting a kiss on her forehead. Her skin was cold to the touch and the bleeding on her forehead had now stopped, the blood had washed over her face and Saadiya brought out a hanky to wipe the blood off her face with it. They held hands and cried for their once bubbly friend.

He had no reason to lie—we didn’t even know each other. Mr. Scarpa remained seated, calm and still like moving would break something sacred. He pointed toward a tiny device tucked near the gloves. “Those are cameras. Hidden. My men found them and brought them to me. As a man who avoids scandal, I needed to see why he had these. I was thinking, was he trying to blackmail me too after sleeping with my wife? You just happened to walk in at the wrong… or maybe right time.” I frowned, my gaze dragged back to the gloves. The two little black dots were indeed cameras. Cameras. Benedetto did this?

The stillness before an unseen storm. “This place gives me the creeps,” Lucien muttered from the front, fingers twitching over his tablet. “Signal interference is unnatural. Even EMP scramblers don’t block this much.” “They’re jamming it from the inside,” Kira said. “Whatever’s in there, they don’t want anyone getting out.” Tariq checked his explosives pack. “Or maybe they’re keeping something in.” The crawler came to a halt at the edge of a rocky plateau, where a steel hatch lay buried in ice and stone—barely visible beneath decades of frost. The entrance to Site 6.

It made one with no fighting skills but with superpowers useless as it deprived them of that energy. Outside the gate there were four soldiers. Kralis used his abilities to compel them to sleep. The others rushed quickly to hide their bodies. Only six soldiers got inside the station, on Koyala's orders. It was Maya, Kralis, Kran who already was in the station, Jino, Klin and Koyala. He wanted it to be as smooth as possible. The place was heavily guarded. There were containers all over, those used for keeping the prisoners. They particularly wanted the one labelled Z-221, according to the information they were fed with by Kran. There were so many of the containers and each had four to five so

Servers hummed low, blue light pulsing from behind blast doors. The core chamber was smaller than Berlin’s compact, vicious. A single console glowed: “Swarm 2.0 – Failsafe Node. Heir authentication required.” I stepped forward. Retinal scan flared painful blue sweeping my face. “Scan confirmed. Luca Volkov Marino. Primary heir. Swarm 2.0 online. Global dormant network awaiting activation command.” Dante leaned against the wall, breathing hard. Rocco stood at my shoulder, hand on my lower back.

Sarah, how do I know which one? She spoke urgently into the microphone. Look for the code SC-47, a blue vial. Got it. Grabbing it now. Relief flooded through me, overwhelming and fleeting, nearly buckling my knees. Harrison, report? Nathaniel asked, voice edged with worry. Static. Harrison? More static, then a guttural grunt of pain. Harrison's voice, strained and rough: Shoulder's hit, but I can still move. They're everywhere. Every exit route we planned is compromised.

The second key. The screen flickers one last time - ARGUS: 78% ACTIVE. SHUTDOWN IMMINENT.

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