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Roger
I rub at the sweat beading on my forehead, clearing my throat, before I share our recent encounter with Isaac. "So, Molly and I were sprinting down the corridor like a couple of lunatics, bullets practically nipping at our heels," I begin, voice dripping with sarcasm as I recount our harrowing escape.
"Isaac's getting more desperate by the minute," Molly adds, her voice shaking slightly. "He won't stop until he's hunted us all down."
The group exchanges worried glances. “It's now or never—we need to come up with a plan to take back control of the ship and put an end to this nightmare.”
"Stealth is our best bet," Thomas suggests tentatively, his eyes darting from face to face. "If we can avoid detection, we might be able to outmaneuver Isaac and his followers."
"Or we could g
