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Zander’s patience is running out, he’s been waiting all day, that’s why he’s like that, gets. “Yes, Alpha.” At least he still recognizes Zander. “I’m sending the location now, if I’m not mistaken they are on the deserted island in Larosco, this island is filled with land mines, securities in all over the places, the warehouse is at the end of the fourth Alley, you’ll know that you get there when you see a green flag with a red door.” Zain said directly, Cain left, I heard him calling for backup. “Where’s Skye? How is she?” I can’t blame Zander, Elara is almost due, so if I were him, she might give birth there, but they don’t care if she lives or dies.

They're coming. Where are you? A island. North. Old prison. They're going to kill us. Who? The Council. Vane. He's here. He's— The connection cut. I opened my eyes. My heart was pounding. "Leo!" He ran over. "What?" "North. An island with an old prison. Vane is there. He's killing Variants." "How do you know?" "A Variant reached out. The connection cut before I could get more." Leo grabbed his map. "There's a prison island about two hundred miles north. Abandoned for decades. The Council used it for Variant storage before the Sanctuary."

I whispered, the light of the screens reflecting in my blown-out pupils. I found a directory titled 'Island Logistics - 2026'. My breath hitched. This was it. I opened the file, and a map of the Atlantic bloomed across the centre monitor, dotted with red icons. Each icon represented a private rock, a fortress hidden by the curvature of the earth and the deep pockets of the Schmidt patriarch. One icon was pulsing. Coordinate: 34.57N, 28.14W. "Found you, Eden," I breathed.

May kung anong pinindot 'to sa maliit na hawak na remote bago may lumabas na larawan sa malaking screen sa harap kaya napatingin ako dun. Isang Isla. "Here ... Island of heart, an Island where the Windsors own it. Island of heart is one of their hideouts. This is not their main hideout. Ang Isla na ito ay nasa dulo ng Luzon kaya naman ay hindi 'to agad na detect ng satellite natin, they have their own signal and that Island is a private property at sobrang higpit ng seguridad nila na kahit ang satellite natin ay hindi agad 'to na detect. Magaling ang hacker nila dahil agad na nalalabanan nito ang pagpasok ni A sa security system wall nila. Malakas ang firewall na gamit nila kaya hindi 'to na

I was kicked, you can just touch me. "I know. I know. That's why you're asking, right?" I answered this annoyed. It's very OA because it's acting and it's obvious. "This one is high blood. But anyways, Snow Fall is an island located in the western ocean and there are many islands there. The place is breathtaking and a perfect getaway vacation." Gen answered me. I frowned. "Have you gone?" I still ask here. It shook its head. "That's why I want to go."

I rasped, my voice sounding like a ghost of itself. ​"The Azores," he said, finally turning to face me. The "Asset" was buried under a layer of profound, soul-deep exhaustion, but his eyes—those storm-gray shards—were fixed on me with a terrifying intensity. "Specifically, a private inlet on São Miguel. The Architects think this island is a dead-zone. It’s an old Vane contingency site that I scrubbed from the main servers five years ago. To the world, this beach doesn't exist. We are off the grid, Leona. For real this time."

"Thank you for the update, Mother. The Island was just a backup. We’ve already moved the primary server to the one place you can never reach." 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗣𝗦 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻.

“I don’t know.” He took his phone out and handed it to me. “You do know. Call them.” “But. . .where is the island?” “Off the coast of Port Alfred, South Africa.” My jaw dropped. “It’s a bit far. I know.” “Sure. South Africa. Just a few miles away.” I gripped his phone. “I don’t know.” “Your friends will protect you.” “But, Xavier, Are you. . .” “What?” “Are you sure?”

still frozen in that same location. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Let’s see where you’re going now, “Patient Bella.” It took nearly fifteen minutes for the blinking dot to lead Isla into a quieter section of Westwood, a district known for its boutique cafés and low-rise lofts. The dot on her phone had stopped completely now, anchored to a location centred around a roadside wine bar known as Noir Palms. Isla drove slowly past the front and immediately spotted it. “Isabella’s car”