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Author: C. Sygil

2025-08-30 15:18:53

An hour later, the guards arrived to escort them from their cell. Michael and Korvich walked through the facility corridors in tense silence, both preparing for what they knew would be a crucial moment in their captivity.

They were taken not to Ava's laboratory, but to a different section of Level Two that Michael had not seen before. The corridors here were wider, with reinforced walls and additional security checkpoints. Clearly, this was where Octavian conducted more sensitive operations.

They were brought into a large conference room dominated by a massive holographic display showing real-time data feeds from around the world. Financial markets, military communications, transportation networks—everything was being monitored and analyzed by Nexus systems.

Octavian was standing at the center of the room, studying the displays with a satisfied look on his face. He turned when they entered, his expression turning cold.

“Good morning,” Octavian said. “I hope you both had time to reflec

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Michael spent the night on the cold cell floor, too injured to sleep properly. Every position sent fresh waves of pain through his battered body, and his ribs ached with each breath. But his mind was active, processing everything Frank had told him and trying to piece together a plan that might actually work.The concrete beneath him felt like ice, drawing what little warmth he had from his bones. He'd tried curling up against the wall, but the metal bars pressed against his spine. When he lay flat, his ribs screamed. When he turned on his side, his shoulder throbbed where one of the guards had slammed him against the corridor wall. Sleep came in fragments, ten minutes here, fifteen there, before pain would jolt him awake again.When morning came, Korvich was already awake, sitting in her usual corner and watching him with concern."How bad is it?" she whispered softly."Bad enough," Michael replied, struggling to sit up. His entire torso felt like one massive bruise, and moving sent
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Michael spotted an open doorway to his left and dove through it, slamming the door behind him just as the guards reached his position. He found himself in what looked like a medical bay, with shelves filled with medical materials and several equipment scattered around the room."Salvatore!" he shouted desperately. "North! Are you in here?""Michael?" came a weak voice from across the room.Michael spun around and felt his heart stop. Frank lay strapped to a blue bed, his body looking frail and wasted under the cold fluorescent lights. IV tubes ran from his arms to bags of clear fluid, and monitoring equipment beeped steadily beside the bed."Frank," Michael whispered, rushing to his side.Frank's eyes struggled to focus on him. His face was gaunt, his skin pale and waxy. But when he recognized Michael, a weak smile crossed his lips."Michael," Frank said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You came.""I am here. I am going to get you out of here," Michael said, reaching out to touch F
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An hour later, the guards arrived to escort them from their cell. Michael and Korvich walked through the facility corridors in tense silence, both preparing for what they knew would be a crucial moment in their captivity.They were taken not to Ava's laboratory, but to a different section of Level Two that Michael had not seen before. The corridors here were wider, with reinforced walls and additional security checkpoints. Clearly, this was where Octavian conducted more sensitive operations.They were brought into a large conference room dominated by a massive holographic display showing real-time data feeds from around the world. Financial markets, military communications, transportation networks—everything was being monitored and analyzed by Nexus systems.Octavian was standing at the center of the room, studying the displays with a satisfied look on his face. He turned when they entered, his expression turning cold.“Good morning,” Octavian said. “I hope you both had time to reflec
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The next morning brought an unexpected visitor to their cell. Michael was still half asleep when he heard a familiar mechanical whirring sound. He opened his eyes to see Frank's Secretary standing outside the cell bars, its skin frame gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights."Good morning, Mr. Sullivan," the secretary said in its polite, measured tone. "I trust you slept well despite the circumstances."Michael sat up quickly, his heart racing, as he asked, "What are you doing here?""I have come to deliver a message from Mr. Octavian," the secretary replied. "He wishes to see you both in one hour for another discussion about your potential cooperation." "B-but you are Frank's secretary," Michael said. "The one that was always by his side.""I am indeed," the secretary confirmed with what almost sounded like pride. "I have served Mr. Medici faithfully for many years.""Served Frank?" Michael asked, confusion mixing with his growing unease. "But you work for Octavian now?"The sec
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The laboratory door slid open with a soft hiss, and Michael's world collapsed.Ava was suspended in the center of the room, her android body held upright by a complex array of metal restraints and cable connections. Dozens of wires ran from ports in her head, back, and arms to banks of monitoring equipment that lined the walls. Her eyes were open but unfocused, staring at nothing with a vacant expression."No," Michael whispered, stepping forward before the guards could stop him."Hello," Ava said, her voice distorted by static and interference. "I have been waiting for you."Her voice was still the same but something was wrong with her. The words came out in a flat, mechanical tone completely unlike her usual warm, expressive way of speaking."What have you done to her?" Michael demanded, spinning to face Octavian."We have been making necessary modifications," Octavian replied calmly. "We removed unnecessary emotional subroutines and installed better control protocols."Michael turn
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The cell door slid open with its familiar mechanical hiss, and Octavian stepped inside with two guards flanking him. He looked refreshed, almost cheerful, as if he had slept well after their confrontation the previous day."Good morning," Octavian said pleasantly. "I hope you both had time to think about our conversation yesterday."Michael remained seated on the floor where he had spent most of the night, his back against the cold wall. Every muscle in his body still ached from the electric shocks, but he forced himself to meet Octavian's gaze without flinching."I have a proposition for you both," Octavian continued. "I would like to give you a tour of our facility. I think seeing the scope of our operation might help you make a more informed decision about cooperation."Korvich looked up from where she had been sitting quietly in the corner. "And why would you want to show us your operation?" she asked."Because I want you to understand what you would be contributing to," Octavian

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