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“We’re not your enemies,” Davion said, hands raised, eyes locked on the girl with lightning in her palms. “We’re here to shut it down.”She tilted her head, voice calm but sharp like a blade. “Only enemies say that.”Electricity snapped between her fingers. The air smelled like ozone.“Wait!” Davion took one step forward. “I was one of you. Subject Eight. I lived this. I escaped this.”Her hands faltered. Her eyes twitched, just for a second. Behind her, heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor. A boy emerged with a long scar over his left eye. A third figure came next—a girl with metal implants protruding from her wrists, faintly humming.They were young.His age when it all started.Barefoot, pale, wired up.Children turned into war.“You escaped,” the scarred boy said coldly, stepping beside the first girl. “That means you failed.”Davion’s voice dropped low, soft. “No. It means I survived.”The words hung in the air.Static buzzed from the overhead vents. Machines clicked.Then
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The night air bit at their faces as they moved.No one spoke.Rami led the way, eyes glued to his tracker. “Heat signatures are moving… but slow. Like sentries on a loop.”“Or sleepwalkers,” Maya muttered, gripping her rifle tight.The mountain loomed above them like a sleeping beast. Quiet. Still. Except Davion knew better. Genesis wasn’t asleep. It was waiting.They reached the hidden path first—wedged between two boulders, barely wide enough for a person to slide through. A cold draft snaked out.“This is it,” Rami said. “One of the old ventilation tunnels.”Davion took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”He crawled in first. The tunnel was narrow, damp. Every shuffle forward echoed behind him. Beverly followed, then Maya, then Rami.They emerged into darkness.The chamber stretched out, lit only by a faint red emergency glow. Dust clung to the air. The walls were concrete, old but intact. Wires hung from the ceiling. Pipes hummed faintly. Somewhere deep in the base, power still lived.Maya
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The drive was silent.Rami’s truck rumbled through the night, tires crunching on gravel roads as they headed farther into the wilderness. Forest trees closed in around them, their shadows long and eerie in the moonlight. The group sat in the back—muddy, bruised, and burnt. No one talked much. Not after what they just walked out of.Elias was propped gently in the back seat, oxygen mask on, an IV in his arm, Beverly holding the bag steady. Irene had wrapped his ribs. Maya kept glancing at the rear window, fingers twitching near her weapon. Davion just stared out at the trees.“We’re close,” Rami finally said. “Old Cold War base. No one’s used it in decades except me.”“Let’s hope that’s still true,” Beverly muttered.Davion barely heard her. His thoughts were far from the road.All he could see was his father’s face—calm, calculated, cold. Legacy must be earned, Davion. Not given.He’d grown up believing that. That to deserve love, power, even breath, you had to bleed for it.Now he wa
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The lights kept flashing red.Sirens wailed through the underground corridors like the screams of the place itself waking up.Beverly led the way, rifle pressed tight against her shoulder, boots slamming against the metal floors. “South exit’s the closest! Davion, how’s he holding?”“Breathing, but shallow,” Davion panted, Elias cradled in his arms like something fragile and holy. “He’s burning up.”“We need to get him out before that facility fry kicks in,” Rami called from the back, eyes glued to his tablet. “They’ve triggered the purge sequence. Self-destruct in twenty minutes. Maybe less.”Irene glanced back at the flickering lights. “This place is gonna eat itself alive.”“Good,” Maya growled, blasting a security turret before it could fully activate. “Let it choke.”They burst into a wide hallway—lined with old portraits, steel doors, and faded banners of the Iron Hand crest. A wolf wrapped in wires. A sword made of circuitry. Twisted patriotism.Davion slowed.“That’s my father
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The safehouse was quiet, save for the low hum of generators and the occasional burst of static from the comms table. Smoke still clung to the walls like ghosts of the battle they’d just survived.Davion stood alone near the broken window, staring out into the moonlit trees, jaw clenched.Footsteps echoed.Then her voice.“Still brooding, soldier?”He turned. Beverly was back. Covered in grime, blood crusted on her shirt, a map case slung over her shoulder like a war drum.“You look like hell,” he said.“Hell looks like me when I’m angry,” she shot back, tossing the map case on the table.The others—Maya, Rami, Irene—filtered in, drawn by the noise. Everyone was tense, tired, still wearing bruises from the Reika ambush. But Beverly’s energy was different. Electric. Focused.“I found something,” she said, unrolling the map.“What is it?” Irene asked, stepping close.Beverly tapped the faded blueprints. “This—this is where it started. Iron Hand. The original base. Not the flashy towers.
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The footage hit like a bomb.Across phones, TVs, government monitors. On cracked screens in rebel hideouts and shiny tablets in glass offices. In the middle of street riots and deep in cult bunkers. The truth blazed across the world like wildfire, and no firewall could stop it now.Reaper watched it all.He stood in his darkened office—walls lined with security feeds and blinking data streams. The footage played on a massive screen in front of him.His voice. His face. His orders.Everything.“—terminate Trevor. Make it look like the boy did it—”“—Davion’s just another pawn. Let the world hate him—”“—we erase them all. Irene, Beverly, Maya. They’re liabilities—”His hands curled into fists.“Sir…” One of his guards approached cautiously. “We have unrest at four main facilities. Two defected teams have gone dark. The Northern base is gone. Burned down. They’re saying—”“I see what they’re saying,” Reaper snapped.The guard flinched. “Should I shut the stream?”Reaper’s eyes flickered
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