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Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Three
Author: The Ink of D
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The sky outside the briefing room windows drifted toward evening, the soft orange light stretching across the compound. Nathan arrived first, placing a stack of newly printed files on the long table. Cassandra entered moments later, followed by Rina, Marco, and two security officers who had been reassigned to the internal threat unit.

Everyone looked drained but alert. A strange balance had settled over the room. They were waiting for the next move, but this time with direction rather than fear.

Cassandra sat on Nathan’s left, her expression set in quiet focus. “Before we discuss strategy, you all need to see this.”

She connected her tablet to the large monitor. The screen flickered, revealing a paused frame of surveillance footage. It showed Liam entering an abandoned industrial building on the outskirts of the city. The footage was from less than an hour ago.

Rina leaned forward. “How did he get past the outer sensors without triggering anything?”

Cassandra tapped a few commands. “H
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