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I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

Giordano leaned over her shoulder, his dark eyes narrowing as he read the lines along with her. ROMAN: I managed to bypassed the firewall. I cracked the military code on the EMP weapon files. Kany, it's not just a blueprint layout. The encrypted data layer contains a hidden audio log from the Boss's father, Damien, recorded literally days before his death. He’s talking about a traitor, someone we know, who wanted to weaponize his research. Tell Giordano he needs to help her decrypt the voice file IMMEDIATELY. The Boss needs to hear this. Victoria felt the air leave her lungs. The room around her, the music, the flashing lights, all of it faded into a dull, distant buzz. Her father's voice. A

------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.." -----Raven White

Trust the one Who's been where you are Wishing all it was Just sticks and stones Those words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone And you're not invisible Hear me out, There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now Someday you'll look on all these days And all these pain is gonna be invisible Oh, invisible"

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to breathe, but every inhale felt like glass scraping down his throat. He thought he had hit rock bottom days ago. He realized now that heartbreak had deeper levels,darker, more silent rooms he hadn’t known existed. His vision blurred slightly, but he forced the tears back. He wouldn’t cry. Not again. Not over the same woman who had broken him twice in one lifetime. But he couldn’t look away from the screen. Not yet. Not when the caption refreshed before his eyes, updated with a new tag. One that burned. @AkihikoTakedaOfficial

The second I heard his voice, I knew it was Louis Foster—Joshua's coworker and best friend from the fire department. I tried to steady my shaky voice and said, "The 17th floor of Apartment 1, Building 3 at Rosewood Apartments is on fire. Can you send someone immediately?" But Louis laughed on the other end of the line.

And that she to drink him up. He bowed. Damien: God, I missed this. I stare at those words longer than I should. Because yeah. So did I. The door creaks behind me. I don’t turn. But I know it’s him. And for a moment, everything is still, except my heart. This night could end in silence. Or it could be the beginning of a song we’ve been writing for years. Either way, I’m not afraid to hear the melody anymore.

I'm falling In all the good times, I find myself longing for change And in the bad times, I fear myself I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in I'll never meet the ground Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us We're far from the shallow now In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow In the sha-ha-sha-la-la-la-llow In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow We're far from the shallow now With each word he sang, one could feel the passion with which he was singing. Like he was singing for his woman.

I said finally, turning to him. He glanced down. “What?” “Let’s dance.” He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “I don’t dance,” he said flatly. “Come on. Please.” I softened my voice, batting my lashes behind the mask just to annoy him. He stared. Then shockingly a small, amused smirk tugged at his lips. “Wait… did you just say please ? There’s definitely something wrong with you, Bambi. You didn’t even plead when I punished you, but here you are begging me to dance.”

'Burn it' was slang for passing with excellence. Boma left her bunk and began slowly packing a few stuff for the weekend with Donovan. She looked up as Hilda entered the room with a book. "Hey, where are you going?" Hilda inquired. "Weekend." "Didn't you say you'll go by next weekend?" "I -" Boma began, then going speechless, she just shrugged. "Is everything alright?" "When is it ever?" "Talk to me." "It's Donovan. He wants me to go with him for the weekend to his family's house."