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Chapter 71
Anton’s surface thoughts were about the plan, about survival, but beneath that, a treacherous undercurrent. “If this fails, there’s always an option. Argo is too trusting. Darma too lost in his suffering. A signal. Just one, precise signal they promised me money. Enough to disappear. And Raditya… that little brat took everything from Leo. Maybe this time, I can get back a fraction of what’s owed to us.”Raditya froze. Leo. The treacherous chairman of the Paranormal Club, whom Raditya thought had fled the school for good after the destruction. An informant for the Foundation. And now, a remnant of Leo’s network, embedded within Sektor 7, seeking to exploit the failed experiments’ desperation. Anton was his ghost. His planted seed.The memory of Leo's smug face, the way he had manipulated Raditya, his sick commercial ambitions. All rushed back, amplifying Raditya's cold rage. Anton was a mole. A traitor, here to sabotage them, to deliver them to the Foundation, likely for a price from L
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Raditya nodded. He pushed his own mental signal outwards, a controlled, soothing pulse designed to penetrate their damaged shields without overwhelming them further. It was a conscious effort, a precise touch.Darma, the mute man, motioned for them to take seats. Raditya sat next to Bianca, while Argo positioned himself near the entrance, his eyes scanning every shadow, every broken face in the room.Darma stood before his flock, his silent, scarred presence commanding a morbid reverence. He looked at Raditya, and for the first time, Raditya felt a glimmer of genuine interest, a faint, almost curious probing in Darma’s own broken mental sphere. “The Foundation hunts you, young one. Your signature, it vibrates with their destruction.”“They hunt us all,” Raditya transmitted, his response calm, direct. “But now, I hunt them back.”Darma closed his eyes, his head pulsing with a faint blue light that barely cut through the grime of his skin. He spoke then, not with his voice, but with a t
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“Argo, Bianca,” Raditya’s voice was low, a dangerous undertone replacing the last vestiges of his former self. His black eyes held a terrifying calm.“They know where I am. They’ve marked me. That satellite, it’s their final gambit.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over the wreckage, over Clara’s silent form.A cold, grim certainty settled upon him. “If they want my core frequency, my heart then they’ll have to contend with the storm I can unleash.” He turned his attention back to the stark, silent figure behind the glass. “This facility… it’s a part of it, isn't it? A node.”Argo nodded curtly, already anticipating Raditya's conclusion. "Yes. This is a primary assimilation facility. But more than that, it's a relay point. They funnel subjects here from all over. But the actual data core, it’s still housed in the Central Spire. The nexus of their entire operation.”He glanced at his scanner. “Their network is detecting major fluctuations originating from this wing. We need to leave. Befo
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Raditya’s stomach churned. This was worse than he could have imagined. Not just mind-wiping. This was a horrifying melding of biology and advanced artificial intelligence. Clara was no longer human. She was a cyborg, a data conduit for whatever malicious consciousness the Foundation was pushing.The pristine beauty of her features was a terrifying facade for the digital terror that lay within. He remembered her faint thought before she was taken.“Radit… you always made me feel special” Her last vestige of humanity, a desperate cry for recognition, now buried beneath layers of sterile code. He was tempted to break the glass, to reach for her, to somehow tear the digital phantom from her flesh. But Argo’s hand tightened on his shoulder, a silent warning.“The glass is impenetrable. Direct physical contact is not advised. Its integrity is designed to withstand a small localized detonation. Furthermore,” Argo’s mental voice projected, a pragmatic, chilling observation, physical intervent
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Raditya didn't reply verbally. He couldn't. His throat felt choked with rage and profound sorrow. He could only stare at the towering image of Clara, a ghostly sentinel against the urban sprawl, a living testament to the Foundation's horrifying endgame.This wasn't just about controlling thoughts anymore. It was about owning identity. About making a human being a mere brand. And Raditya knew, with terrifying certainty, that he had to go into that building. Not just for his captured classmates. But for Clara. For all the erased, the repurposed, the forgotten. The fight was personal now. And absolutely merciless.The cold hunt had just become a crusade. And the invisible hunter, with his dark, all-seeing eyes, would ensure that no one forgot. No one would be a last memory ever again.Raditya squeezed through the narrow ventilation shaft, the stale air tasting metallic and cold on his tongue. Each centimeter of progress was a grating symphony of screeching metal against metal, a crude me
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The suited man exited the mall and hailed a cab. Raditya, after a moment’s pause, didn’t. He opted for stealth, knowing his enhanced agility and untraceability were better than any public transport. He wove through back alleys, darted across busy intersections, keeping the taxi in sight using his improved perception. He mentally reached for Bianca.“Any visual support from your end, Bi?”“Pulling up city grid data now. Argo is tapping into public traffic cameras, running overlays on Global Core assets,” Bianca responded. Her comms hummed with efficient urgency.“The man is heading straight for Sector Gamma. Their main research and development complex. It's the largest, most fortified skyscraper downtown.”Raditya adjusted his course, slipping through a pedestrian underpass that smelled of urine and exhaust fumes. The concrete around him glowed faintly with embedded sensor strips, the almost-invisible technology designed to detect kinetic signatures, even foot traffic.But he floated t
