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Chapter 170- Legacy and sacrifice
Author: D.twister
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Victor looked at Enoch, and his words hung in the air; Clarke was a problem to which they had not given due attention, and now he was fast running out of time. They could not leave the bunker without getting rid of him, and neither could they afford any more delay.

We deal with him after we fry the core," Victor said, his voice hard. "Once the system's offline, Clarke loses all his leverage. Without it, he's just another dangerous man with no way to control the chaos.

Stephen nodded, his gaze never leaving the panel as he worked around the clock to access the system's power grid. His fingers fled across the keys. The room was somber, each of them knowing what weight would soon rest on their shoulders.

Enoch spoke up, his voice a little lower now. "Before we do this, there's something you both need to know. The system—it was here a lot earlier than we thought. I did some digging into the old records, news clippings-anything I could find. There were mentions of something like this going
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