Ch-54
Author: Cupidaris
last update2025-05-21 23:27:21

The snow was a blanket of silence.

Red Hollow loomed in the distance—half-buried under ice, crumbling on the edges, yet pulsing faintly with power beneath its rotted surface. A mausoleum with a heartbeat. Nathan crouched on the ridge, goggles tracking heat signatures below. Nine guards on rotation. Three at the perimeter. One at the central tower. Two underground.

And one subject.

No movement from her cell in the last twelve hours.

He exhaled, breath fogging against the inside of his mask. “I’m going in.”

Dr. Harrow’s voice crackled in his ear. “Be precise. Their uplink refreshes every seven minutes. That’s your window to breach the firewall.”

Nathan adjusted the bio-scrambler on his wrist and launched into motion, sliding down the slope between trees. Snow crunched under his boots in rhythmic bursts, muffled by layered noise-cancellation tech. At the fence, he clipped a signal disruptor onto the grid. The hum of surveillance cams dipped for five seconds—just long enough.

He vaulted o
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