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“But…but don’t you need a sixth girl?” Taylor stops and tilts his head in speculation. “You’ve been doing some research, huh? Well, as a matter of fact, we do need a sixth girl.” He leans an arm over my head and tweaks my nose playfully. “Aww, don’t worry, beauty queen. Let me let you in on a little secret. We found the sixth girl. However, she is not going to be sacrificed yet. If you would have done your homework, you’d know that the sixth girl is a power siphon.” I pull back in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“Alright.” As they took the left corridor, the hum of old machinery returned—an unnatural sound, too rhythmic to be background noise. Damien's hand instinctively rested on his weapon. Aurora moved closer, tense but composed. Then, they found it. A large, circular vault door stood at the end of the hallway, with a biometric scanner and rusted keypad. The sign above read: SUBJECT NULL – RESTRICTED. LEVEL 6 CLEARANCE REQUIRED. Damien’s heart pounded. “We’re here.”

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.

Scott demanded, and the detective held up the radio—he was waiting too. Thankfully, it didn't take long for a voice to crackle over the speaker. "This is patrol Charlie-Kilo-Bravo. Reporting a 10-26 from the Hamilton residence. Repeat: Reporting a 10-26 from the Hamilton residence!" "What the hell is a 10-26?" Scott asked, frantic. "Assault," Hollis replied grimly, stepping away with the radio. "Report everything. Now."

Their elite shock troops were reduced to a writhing, incapacitated mob in seconds. Amidst the chaos, Jack found a chilling connection. The specific energy signature of the psychic dampeners, the way they interacted with lycanthrope neurology, was eerily similar to fragments of data he had seen in his parents' last, cryptic message. It mentioned a rogue military project, codenamed 'Cerberus,' designed to control and weaponize supernatural beings. The Iron Claw weren't just using Council technology; they were using a perverted, weaponized version of his own family's research.

She pulls her hand free, wrapping her arms around herself as sobs continue to wrack her frame. Ryder moves closer, hand on his weapon. "The intel, is it real?" "Yes." She wipes her eyes shakily. "Everything I could access. Facility locations, security protocols, captive lists, breeding program details. It's all there." "And the blessed silver modification?" I ask. "The weapon designed to torture me with reflected emotions?" "Real." Her voice steadies slightly. "They've been working on it for months. Waiting for a sample of your blood to complete the formula, I provided that sample from our contact at breakfast."

Lucien said nothing. We continued. At the bottom was a steel door. There was no handle. Only a small biometric scanner. My heart began pounding. The screen lit up when I approached. IDENTITY REQUIRED. I stepped closer. The scanner flashed. SUBJECT S-01. ACCESS GRANTED. The door unlocked. Lucien went completely still. Matteo whispered, “How?” I looked at Lucien. “You tell me.” He didn’t answer. The door opened. The room beyond was enormous.

SHE IS WILLING TO DO ALL TO PREVENT YOU FROM BECOMING HER. Sharon continued to look at the words. Then Alex suddenly opened his eyes. He was staring her straight in the eyes. “Sharon…” She ran towards him. “What happened?” Alex took her hand.Alex took her hand in his. His face was scared. “Michael, has the baby been taken? Sharon's blood ran cold. “Where?” Alex gazed at the falling laboratory. “Sublevel Ten.” Daniel's face changed. There is no Sublevel Ten.” Alex shook his head.

+50 Energy! [Max Energy Capacity: 300/300.] [Sub-dimension Space Capacity Expanded: 650 m³ ➔ 700 m³!] "Seven hundred cubic meters!" I purred, rubbing my hands together. "This basement is a goldmine!" "Mia, look at this," Adrian said, his voice suddenly dropping into a cold, rock-hard tone that made my cheerful mood instantly vanish. He was standing outside a ruined administrative office at the back of the lab, shining his flashlight onto an unbroken glass desk. Resting on the desk was a physical paper dossier marked with a bright red stencil: SUBJECT S-17 — PRIORITY OMEGA.

“No, that’s what I thought too. Do we have any access to any files of personnel on Planet S610? We need to know who this person SM Dora is.” Benny pulled his comm screen out of his pocked, to start searching. “Make sure you cover your access. We don’t want anyone knowing our team is interested in that location.” “No problem” Benny said “I swiped the newbies teams access a couple of months ago. Knew it would come in handy.” Shaking his head Jay said “I just didn’t hear that” Tilly then spoke up “So how exactly are we going to get to Planet S610, and do you think they will just hand her over to us, and if so, will she come quietly?”