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I asked, my eyes never leaving Levi’s. The corner of his mouth twitched again, like he was fighting back a laugh. “Yellowstone hospital,” he replied. “It’s in a town called Yellowstone, neutral territory… mostly made up of humans. It’s west from here, a couple of hours at least.” Without another word, I turned and walked towards Gavin. I took his hand and started to pull him along with me towards the door where the guards stood. Gavin went with me willingly, and by the time we were outside, he had me wrapped in his arms.

Soon, Marco and Jessica entered. Marco settled in front of the computer, diligently connecting various devices to aid in his quest to locate the source of the email. After three grueling hours, each attempt led to a frustrating dead end. Marco finally stepped back from the laptop, defeated. At that moment, Zion entered with a peculiar device in hand. Sky inquired about its purpose. Zion explained that it was designed to detect hidden cameras. As he moved around the room, the device's light alternated between green and red. Approaching specific spots, the light switched decisively to red, uncovering three locations where cameras were concealed.

“Yes. She said Mother warned her… that if she got pregnant again, it might not be… safe.” Theo’s face shifts. I continue, “The problem is, I shut down the cameras in the personal courtyard. All of them. I didn’t want Serena feeling watched in her own home. She asked me.” “Yeah,” Theo says slowly. “You did.” Then he taps a finger once against the edge of his iPad. “But not all of them were stopped.” I look up, sharply. “What are you talking about?” He doesn’t flinch. “There’s a ghost feed. One of the original Hale systems. Installed back when you were still in boarding school. Doesn’t connect to the general grid. Only accessible through Level Nine clearance.”

Today, I was the captain of this sinking ship, and I had just found a way to patch the hull with gold. "Okay, Alexander," I whispered, tapping the enter key. "Let's see what you're hiding." I had spent the night letting the USB drive run its course. According to the progress bar, the d******d was complete. I opened the folder labeled 'HAYES_MAIN_SERVER.' I expected bank codes. I expected corporate secrets. I expected blackmail material. Instead, I found a single video file. I frowned. "What is this?" I clicked play. The screen blinked. It wasn't a corporate video. It was a webcam recording.

00:47:12 The timer on the anonymous livestream ticked forward relentlessly. Forty-seven hours until something, no one knew what, was unleashed. The video had gone viral. By morning, it had over 1.2 million views. Reddit threads. Discord groups. News blogs. Some believed it was a stunt. Some thought it was a threat. Only Cassandra, Ethan, Claire, and Jason knew it was real. That it was personal. That the man on camera, obscured by shadows and digital interference, was Malcolm Whitlock.

"How did you get in here?" "The service tunnel for the geothermal unit," James said, taking a few steps into the room, positioning himself between us and the hallway. "You can hide a house, but you can't hide its utilities. They all connect to something. I've been in the crawlspace for an hour. Long enough to plant a few things." He held up a small, black digital device. "A live-stream. Encrypted, peer-to-peer. Currently feeding to three law enforcement agencies, Rachel Mirren's editor, and the news desk of every major network. They're seeing this. Hearing this. The cliffside threat was particularly cinematic."

I looked directly into the microscopic, pinprick fracture in the brass plating of the pendulum's base. Right into the lens of the hidden camera. The camera that had been feeding a live audio-video transmission to an untraceable IP address for exactly thirty-six months. The camera Keith King believed was his greatest, darkest secret. I leaned in just an inch closer, letting the lens capture the full, unbothered warmth of my smile. I wanted him to see the look of pure, terrifying anticipation in my eyes. I stared straight through the glass, as if I were looking through a two-way mirror, directly into the eyes of the man on the other side of the screen.

And now, they’re mine. I take a moment to breathe. The silence in the room is heavy, but I know I can’t afford to get lost in it. Not now. The computer terminal is still functional. I plug into the network, accessing the regular internet, the Dark Web, and the Deep Web. Control’s encrypted systems come online, and I scan for any new information. The screen flickers for a moment, then a report catches my eye. “Dust Bowl, Arizona: Reports of paranormal activity spike again. A second Hellgate breach suspected.”

"Because the security team noticed a 'glitch' in the private room feeds." He hit the Play button. Grace’s heart sank into her shoes. There it was. The video was crystal clear. It showed the dark room, lit only by the green glow of the monitor. It showed Amber, completely naked, bouncing wildly on Elias’s massive cock. It showed Grace in the background, her hand between her legs, rubbing herself as she watched. The audio was perfect—the sound of the wet slapping, the loud, messy moans, and Amber screaming about how thick he was.

"Who the hell is really on the other end of this link, Vane?" Elara gripped the edge of the van’s bolted-down bench, her knuckles white as the vehicle swerved through the rain-slicked industrial district. The Fixer didn't look back from the driver's seat. He just tapped the tablet mounted to the dashboard. The screen flickered, a grainy gray-and-green night vision feed stabilizing into a sharp high-definition image. "Just watch the screen, Elara," the Fixer rasped. "You wanted the truth about the valley. Here it is. Live feed. Satellite patched through a dead-drop in Zurich."