The Midnight Alpha
The city had never known silence like this before. Liam’s fingers danced across the sleek black keyboard, each keystroke a spark against the metallic cage that had held his kind for decades. Every system he had infiltrated—the city’s security grids, the police databanks, the Inquisition’s control arrays—yielded to him like a servant too afraid to resist. He worked with precision, code slipping past firewalls like water through cracked stone.
"Almost there," he muttered, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple. Beside him, Samuel’s eyes glimmered gold in the dim light of the abandoned subway control room. The twins huddled near the doorway, trembling but determined.
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