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Nothing was simple. Crimson motioned toward the hallway. “Come on. Cafeteria’s this way.” Ethan finally lifted his head. “Do you have cookies?” Crimson stopped. He looked at Elise. Elise looked at him. Then Crimson crouched in front of Ethan. “This is very important.” Ethan watched him. “We might have cookies.” His eyes widened. “But,” Crimson continued, “I have to warn you.” “What?” Ethan asked. “They’re oatmeal.”

A secure note, encrypted three ways. Assets that can move in forty-eight hours. The account in Delaware under a name nobody traces back to me. The house in Carson City that I've owned for two years and never stepped foot in. The clinic in Colorado that takes cash and doesn't ask about parentage. Plane tickets under the name Sarah Mitchell, the one I used before I became Vera. The amount Dara has access to in her separate accounts. The amount I have liquid in the trading company. The difference between what I have and what I need to disappear completely.

My finger froze over a specific string of blue text near the bottom of the log. "Kael," I said, my voice tight. "Look at this line." Kael leaned over my shoulder, his warm breath fanning my temple. "What is it?" "To override a senior auditor's terminal without triggering the automatic network lockout, you need more than a password," I explained, my heart beginning to hammer against my ribs. "You need an internal master bypass code—a sixteen-digit security clearance key generated directly by the firm's founding board." I pointed to the string of digits stamped beside Sandra's login timestamp: `KEY-AUTH: 09-JVC-884-SEC`.

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End Flashback Elias checked his remaining resources. He had access to three distinct caches: a set of forged identities, a small amount of liquid digital currency, and a remote access key to a highly protected, non-Syndicate server—the "secret garden" Marcus had insisted he plant years ago. The server was a digital safe house, designed to withstand a level-three trace.

Lila was with me, and her face was hard to read. Leo was already deep in code, three screens lit up with streams of encrypted data. He hit the keys so fast it looked like his life depended on it. He had successfully hacked into Vera’s system some hours ago. "Everything is encrypted," Leo said in a low voice, his eyes squinting behind his glasses. “This is not the usual way to protect a business. There is a big secret she is hiding.” I crossed my arms behind him and tried to slow down the thunder in my chest. "Then look further."

The wall fell completely, and I gasped as the vision flooded my consciousness. I saw the Prisma Institute from above, its elegant architecture surrounded by manicured gardens. Then the image shifted, showing what lay beneath—vast underground levels, reinforced chambers, and at the center, a massive containment unit. Something moved within it, something ancient and powerful. "The Great Secret," I whispered, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. "You're containing something. Something that only truth-seers can detect." "Enough!" Serena shouted, genuine fear in her eyes. "You'll draw its attention!"

I'll go through the files later, what's inside this drive could be more important than all of them. There was a single folder in the drive with the name "FALCON.GRP SECRET INFORMATION" My heart was already pounding like crazy as soon as I read it and I already knew that I was not gonna like what I'm about to see. I clicked on the folder and two files appeared, both listed as EVIDENCE MATERIAL 1 and EVIDENCE MATERIAL 2. I swallowed down the tight knot forming in my throat and clicked on the first file. THIS INFORMATION IS HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL!

He confessed. "Go to the office in my house. The third bookshelf is on the right. Pull the grey book, and a secret door will open. The safe in that room contains all the documents of his properties, especially bunkers where he hides in the West and South. I will advise you to ensure Gordon Miles, Sean Garret, Joan Clayman, and Wilson Carson are out of the way before you go for him. I have one thing to request," He said, and I looked at him. It was obvious he was waiting for this day.