2025-08-24 02:17:26The console screen turned blood red.
Broadcast Initiated.
Timer: 4:59… 4:58… 4:57…
Shayne stared directly into the camera, his eyes steady, his breath calm. Outside the booth, Elysia stood with her back against the door, hand hovering near her weapon, listening for footsteps. She knew they’d come the moment they traced the unauthorized signal.
Shayne leaned forward.
“If you’re seeing this, then the Accord didn’t stop me in time.”
His voice carried no fear. It rang with quiet fire — deliberate, raw.
“You don’t know my name. You’re not supposed to. They buried me seven years ago. They told you I was an extremist, a virus, a cancer in the body of progress. They called me a myth. A warning story. But I’m none of those things.”
He placed the rusted silver cross on the desk beside him, just barely within frame.
“My name is Shayne Marrow. And I remember everything.”
Somewhere deep in the Central Capitol, in the mirrored tower of the Accord’s Authority Hub, the High Chancellor stood motionless, watching the unauthorized stream play across the encrypted wall feed.
“This isn’t possible,” she muttered. “Zone Zero is sealed.”
Her assistant paled. “Agent Vorn was supposed to detain him. She hasn’t reported back.”
“Shut it down. Kill the feed.”
“We’ve tried. It’s not local. He’s bouncing through relic satellites. Ghost tech. Pre-Accord era.”
The Chancellor’s fingers curled against her palm. “Then fry the entire zone. Now.”
⸻
Back in Zone Zero, the monitor inside Shayne’s booth began cycling through suppressed images — footage of orphaned believers, encrypted scripture fragments, testimony from prisoners the world was told never existed.
His voice continued.
“They told you silence is peace. That questions are chaos. But that’s a lie. Peace doesn’t require silence. It requires truth. And truth doesn’t vanish just because it’s inconvenient.”
The screen now showed a map — a glowing grid of wiped territories across the continent, hidden sanctuaries marked in flickering gold.
“This chip holds it all. The files they scrubbed. The voices they silenced. This is not rebellion. This is remembrance.”
Elysia turned toward him, her breath catching.
She had heard his voice before — during training, inside filtered propaganda clips meant to harden them. But here, unedited, in full — it didn’t sound like a terrorist.
It sounded like a calling.
A shrill sound cracked through the booth — the first warning siren.
“They’ve triangulated us,” Elysia said. “We have less than three minutes.”
Shayne nodded.
“I’m not trying to survive this,” he said.
“But I am,” she snapped. “And I’m not leaving without you.”
He turned to her. “Why?”
“Because my brother believed in you. Because the system made me kill in the name of order, and now I want something more than a legacy of blood. And because…” She trailed off.
He waited.
But she said nothing else.
A second siren wailed—closer.
The monitor flickered violently. A message began flashing:
WARNING: CONNECTION SEVERED IN 90 SECONDS. SELF-PURGE ACTIVATED.
Shayne reached beneath the console and pulled out a slim drive.
“This is the mirror copy. If they burn the stream, this lives.”
He placed it in her hand.
“Take it. Get out through the duct shaft. There’s a tunnel under the back wall. You’ll have two minutes before the internal drones reboot.”
Elysia didn’t move.
“I’m not leaving you,” she whispered.
“You have to. This was never about me.”
A heavy crash shook the wall behind them — the sound of reinforcements.
They were out of time.
Shayne turned back to the feed, leaning in one last time.
“I don’t ask you to fight. I ask you to remember. Remember the voices they erased. The light they buried. The name you were told never to speak.”
He held up the cross.
“His name was never illegal. Only inconvenient.”
And with that, the screen went black.
Transmission terminated.
Shayne stood slowly.
“You have to go,” he said again.
But Elysia didn’t answer.
Because the wall behind her burst open.
Smoke. Flash grenades. Three soldiers rushed in, weapons raised. Before Shayne could react, one struck him across the jaw — hard.
He collapsed against the console.
“Stand down!” Elysia yelled. “He’s unarmed!”
But they didn’t listen.
Another soldier pinned Shayne’s arm behind his back and slammed his face into the desk.
“Broadcast breach confirmed,” said the soldier coldly. “Subject termination protocol—activated.”
Elysia reached for her badge. “He’s mine! I’m E-7, override command—”
Her words died in her throat.
Because a fourth soldier entered the room.
And it wasn’t just any soldier.
It was Commander Riven — head of Unity Division. A man known only by his armor, his voice, and the blood on his hands.
“Step aside, Vorn,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in ice.
“He’s under my jurisdiction.”
“Not anymore.”
Shayne’s breath was ragged. Blood trickled down his temple. But his eyes burned bright.
“I’m not afraid of death,” he muttered.
Riven crouched beside him. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m not giving you that luxury.”
Riven rose to his feet and looked at the broken console.
He kicked it once—then turned to his men.
“Bag him,” he ordered.
“Take him to Facility 9.”
Elysia froze.
Facility 9 didn’t exist.
At least — it wasn’t supposed to.
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