CHAPTER 19: Retrieval Protocol
Author: Timothy
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Darkness swallowed the vault.

For a heartbeat, no one moved. The emergency lights had died so completely that even the outline of the nearest pillar disappeared. Smoke lingered in the stale air, carrying the bitter scent of burned wiring and gunpowder. Somewhere nearby, someone shifted their footing over broken stone. The scrape echoed far louder than it should have.

Then came the voice again.

"Target Number Nine confirmed."

It was
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