THE ARCHITECT'S HEIR
The sss facility hummed with a quiet energy as James and his team worked through the night, combing through the Architect's hidden archives. Alexander had been at the console for hours, his fingers flying across the keyboard, his eyes red-rimmed with exhaustion. The others had set up a temporary command post in the main chamber, their gear spread across the floor, their faces etched with the strain of the long pursuit. James stood by the central display, his eyes fixed on the data streaming across the screen. The Architect had been busy—her files contained references to projects he'd never seen, experiments he'd never imagined. And at the center of it all, a single file marked with the same symbol they'd seen on the door. "The Omega Protocol," James said, his voice low. "What is it?" A
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