False Positive
Author: Omoaruna
last update2025-07-09 03:13:04

The signal hit Ash’s internal node at 3:12 a.m.

No ping. No breach alarm.

Just a quiet auto-download marked as private.

The file name didn’t mean anything it was just a jumble of numbers followed by the word “mirror.”

She didn’t open it right away.

Instead, she copied it to a secure offline slate, disconnected the node, and stepped outside.

The others were still asleep.

Or maybe just pretending.

She settled beneath the leaning tree outside the safehouse and hit play.

The footage was crystal clear.

No static.

No flicker.

The scene unfolded in a long corridor. Steel walls. Harsh yellow lighting.

At first, there was no sound.

Then came the footsteps.

Damien appeared at the far end.

Calm. Tactical.

He walked with purpose, head down, weapon drawn.

From the opposite side, Sophia entered.

She wasn’t in a rush.

She was waiting.

He raised the weapon.

She stopped.

Then he pulled the trigger.

Ash paused the video.

Tried to rewind.

The controls didn’t budge.

The image resumed.

Damien stood over S
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