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Ch-111
Author: Cupidaris
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Nathan hadn’t slept. After the confrontation with Selene, he spent hours piecing together the data from Syndicate caches, cross-referencing financial records, decoding hidden channels in the Imperium Corporation’s labyrinth of offshore accounts.

Harper brought him coffee as dawn broke over the monastery walls, the bitter steam rising between them like a thin truce line.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

She asked softly.

Nathan’s jaw clenched as he spooled the final files into a secured packet. “Ready or not,” he said, voice hoarse, “this ends today.”

He set up the transmitter in the monastery’s old communications room—bare stone, dust thick on unused equipment. But Tenzin had helped him retrofit it with stronger relays, enough to breach Imperium’s corporate firewall and splice into their secure board meeting feed.

Nathan watched the screen flicker as the feed locked. He could see the gleaming boardroom: polished obsidian table, walls lined with scrolling financial reports, the Imperium
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