Eli stares at the paper and envelope in his hand, different questions going through his mind, what did it mean he wasn’t who he thought he was, heck – he didn’t think he was anybody. He was starting to suspect the letter wasn’t for him and could be for another Eli Thorne, besides the situation in which he had gotten the envelope was suspicious.
After thinking for a while, Eli decides to hide the envelope and letter, while using the key that had come in the envelope to determine if both items belonged to him.
When he was done hiding the letter in a successful spot that he was certain no one was going to find, he brought out the key from where it lay in his pocket to examine it . The key looked both normal and unique. It looked like an everyday normal key, but a letter he couldn’t quite read and understand was carved on its body, and upon closer look, it looked like the tip of the key was curved slightly in an unusual manner.
Sighing he placed the keys back in his pocket, he was tired and needed to sleep, maybe with a clearer mind he would understand what the key was for.
………….
Eli woke up to a slight shoving on his rib, rubbing his eyes – he opened them to see Elara staring at him inquisitively.
“What is this?” Elara asked, raising the key from last night to show Eli.
“What is what?” Eli asked, not noticing what she was holding as he was still feeling sleepy and his eyes were drooping.
Elara moved closer to Eli sitting on his leg - “This!” she said again, shoving the key closer to his face.
“Oh!” Eli responded, contemplating telling her the event of last night and how he really came about the key.
Elara stared at Eli, her brow raised slightly as she waited for a response from him.
“Um– I picked it from the floor thinking it was the house key, it was when I had arrived home that I realized I had made a mistake.” Eli responded finally, choosing not to tell her the event of the previous night, he didn’t want to get her worried for nothing.
Elara stared at Eli for a moment like she didn’t believe him, sensing that he was lying to her, but she quickly shoved the thought away, there was no need for him to lie, besides the key looked somewhat old and rusty, she was certain it was for nothing important.
“So what are you going to do about it?” Elara asked, not like she cared about what his answer would be, she just felt the need to ask.
“Nothing, not like I know who the key belongs to and I don’t see the need to return it to the ground where I found it.” Eli responded, making Elara scrunch up her face in surprise.
“It’s an old rusty key Eli, you don’t need to hold on to it, I am certain the owner threw it away because it’s not valuable anymore.” Elara responded, unable to hide the shock at her husband’s words in her voice.
“You never can tell, it could lead to some hidden treasure and maybe the key was meant to find me.” Eli responded to his wife teasingly.
“You don’t really believe that, do you?” Elara asked in a dismissive tone.
“WHY ARE BOTH OF YOU STILL IN BED – ESPECIALLY YOU ELI.” Selva shouted from outside their room as she flung their room door open, “It’s Saturday, and there’s lots of cleaning to do,” Selva continued, her beautiful figure resting against the room door.
“Eli and I were talking about this key he found, he thinks it might lead to some hidden treasure.” Elara replied to her Mom, grabbing the key that was now in Eli’s hand from him and showing it to her Mom, she sounded serious and genuine like she supported her husband and really believe what he had said, but in reality she was looking for a means to to get her Mom to insult and mock Eli.
“Don’t tell me, you have been brainwashed further by Eli and really believe what he thinks.” Selva responded, greatly disappointed in her daughter. “It’s only poor, jobless people who don’t have important things to think about that would spend time imagining such rubbish.” Selva continued, not hiding the disgust that passed through her face any time her eyes landed on Eli.
“What if he is right Mom.” Elara continued, enjoying the scene that was enfolding in front of her.
“Why do you keep believing every word that comes out of this human mouth, – what exactly has he done to you or done for you to make you side with him every time.” Selva asked, her face turning red from anger.
“Eli is my husband, it’s only natural I listen to him and believe his words, it’s not his fault he is poor and has no family members, besides….”
“Elara that’s okay, mother is right, you shouldn’t argue with her, there is no way the key could lead to some hidden treasure.” Eli spoke up, stopping Elara from what she planned to say.
“I am sorry Mom, I shouldn’t have argued with you.” Elara responded looking genuinely sorry.
“That’s okay, it’s not your fault, this is happening all because of this man you call your husband.--- anyways, your grandma said I should tell you to go over to her house, she has something important to discuss with you.” Selva said, as she thought of numerous ways to make this man suffer when her daughter wasn’t there to support him.
“Okay, Mom, I will go when I am done with my house chores.” Elara responded, getting up from her bed and gesturing for Eli to do the same.”
“There’s no need for that, I am certain I and Eli can handle the chores, your grandma said you should come quickly, that it’s very urgent.” Selva responded, hoping that Elara would agree and not ruin her plans.
“Alright, but don’t make things difficult for Eli.” Elara responded finally, looking at her Eli with sadness, and a look that said, ‘hope you are not mad at me, you know I can’t afford to offend grandma.’
Eli looked at his wife dotingly, pulling her close to him in a tight embrace, as he patted her hair and whispered. “I can never be angry at my wife, you need to stop worrying about me so much,-- that’s meant to be my duty.”
“Don’t miss me too much.” Elara responded as she disengaged from the hug, causing Eli to smile widely and a tiny blush creeping up his cheek. His wife always had that effect on him.
“I will try not to.” Eli responded as he watched his wife walk out of the room, his eyes landing on Selva, the disgusted and angry look coming from her erased the smile on his face immediately as he quickly averted his gaze and lowered his head.
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One hundred and forty - four
The farther Eli moved from the atrium, the quieter the world became.It wasn't peaceful—not like he was expecting it to be. It was muffled, like the building itself was holding its breath.Emergency lights washed the corridors in dull amber, stretching shadows long and warped along the walls. The distant echoes of shouting and boots faded with every step, replaced by the low hum of systems still running as if nothing catastrophic had just happened.Eli didn’t reduce his pace.His shoes whispered against polished floors as he moved deeper, turning corners without thinking, muscle memory guiding him through spaces he hadn’t thought to check until now - thinking he still has time, that Selene was still going to have time to show him more places. He laughed at the thought, his heart hammering against his ribs, it wasn't from the run– that wasn't enough to make his heart hammer the way it was—but from everything he’d left behind.Victor.Aiden.Nova.“N—Nova,” he whisper-shouted, voice cra
One hundred and forty - three
For a heartbeat after the words Subject V3 left Carlos’s mouth, no one moved.Not the executives frozen mid-panic.Not the mercenaries with their fingers hovering too close to triggers.Not even Victor, whose expression had gone unnervingly still.Then the murmurs started as the execs looked from one person to another, wondering if this was something they needed to know while trying to grasp what was going on around them.Eli inhaled slowly.Then he straightened to his full height.Blood still traced a thin line from his nose, but he didn’t bother wiping it away. He took one deliberate step toward Carlos, then another—hands open, posture calm, eyes locked forward.Carlos’s smile flickered.“Don’t,” Carlos warned lightly, adjusting his stance. The gun snapped back up, steady, professional. “Real bullets, Eli. This isn’t one of your boardroom bluffs. Take another step and I won’t miss.”To prove the point, he pivoted smoothly and fired.Two shots.A mercenary to Victor’s left dropped wi
One hundred and forty - two
Eli didn’t respond to what Victor had said, neither did he pay attention to the spread across his face.He simply walked.Straight past him.The movement was deliberate—unhurried, dismissive in a way that carried more weight than shouting ever could. Eli’s shoulder brushed the edge of Victor’s coat as he passed, eyes already scanning beyond him, toward the far corridors that disappeared into emergency-lit shadows.Victor’s smile faltered.Then his hand shot out.He caught Eli’s arm, fingers tightening just enough to stop him.“Where do you think you’re going?” Victor asked, voice light but sharp underneath. He tilted his head, glancing around theatrically. “Walking away? In front of all these people?” His brows lifted. “That’s a little… cowardly, don’t you think?”A ripple of unease moved through the gathered execs and staff.Eli stopped.He turned slowly, looking down at Victor’s hand on his sleeve as though it were something mildly offensive.Then he scoffed.“Cowardly?” Eli said, i
One hundred and forty - one
Eli’s hand hovered inches from the handle.The corridor was silent in the way he had expected, reminding him of how secured buildings always were —engineered quiet, layered with systems humming just beneath perception. The reinforced door loomed in front of him, matte black, anonymous, as if it had never been meant to draw attention. Yet everything about it did.The blood trail had ended here.The shadow—he was certain he’d seen it—had shifted just inside, a flicker of movement that suggested breath, weight, intent.His communicator vibrated.Once.It was sharp and insistent. A contrast to the silence.Eli stilled completely.He lowered his gaze to the screen. The name glowed up at him in clean white text.Carlos.For a fraction of a second, Eli lifted his head, eyes flicking back to the door.The shadow was gone.No movement. No distortion in the light. Just emptiness behind reinforced steel, as though the room itself had swallowed whatever shadow he had seen.Eli didn’t relax.He ke
One hundred and Forty
For a long moment, nothing moved.The monitors glowed steady green. The hum beneath the floor had returned to its normal pitch, almost comforting, almost mundane after the panic of the past hour. Outside the core, technicians leaned back, rubbing their eyes, exchanging looks that teetered between relief and disbelief.“It’s… done,” someone murmured, almost too softly to carry.“Done,” echoed another.There was a cheer, tentative at first. Then another, louder. Laughter followed, quick and sharp—the kind of release that comes after being inches from disaster. Hands clapped on shoulders. Backslaps. Voices overlapped, fragments of congratulations carried across the room.Eli didn’t move.He stood at the center of the core, communicator in hand, gaze fixed somewhere between the console and the ceiling. The room erupted around him, and he remained still, silent, an island of control amidst the chaos.Carlos nudged someone, whispering, “She… she did it. Firestorm held. It’s over.”“Yes,” th
One hundred and thirty - nine
Firestorm Protocol didn’t sound like much when it activated.It didn’t trigger any alarms. No cinematic countdown. Just a sequence of confirmations sliding across the glass walls—authorization chains snapping shut, external links severed, entire regions of Aurelius infrastructure going dark in a disciplined, pre-planned collapse. A controlled burn.The room felt it anyway.Lights dipped, then stabilized. The low hum beneath the floor shifted pitch, deeper now, like the building itself had braced.Nova didn’t waste the moment.She moved.Her bag hit the central console first—unzipped in one smooth motion, contents spilling with deliberate precision. No flashy hardware. No oversized rigs. Just layered tools: a hardened tablet, two slim encrypted drives, a fiber tap, gloves she didn’t bother putting on yet.She pulled the tablet free and slid into the central chair like it had been waiting for her.“Okay,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. “You bought me silence. Let’s use
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