Lines in the storm
Author: Bobby
last update2025-10-14 23:17:32

Rain hissed softly against the window. The room was dim except for the dull glow from Cole’s laptop screen. Fiona sat across from him, her hands folded tightly, watching as lines of encrypted code ran past his eyes. He hadn’t spoken in nearly ten minutes, but his expression said enough, whatever was inside that flash drive, it wasn’t what either of them had expected.

Finally, Cole stopped typing. His jaw tightened.

“This isn’t just about Blake,” he said quietly. “It’s a full web. Swiss Foundation, Trojan, several private defense firms, all tied together through ghost accounts. Ayla must’ve been tracking it for months.”

Fiona leaned forward. “Then Ayla died because she got too close?”

Cole nodded slowly. “Yes. But what’s worse is that she wasn’t the first.”

He clicked open a document tagged ‘Subject B’, the one bearing his name. Fiona shifted uncomfortably as medical jargon and classified data scrolled by. Neural mapping, field conditioning, psychological suppression things that read m
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