Sato looked at her, then simply nodded, a rare, genuine respect in his gaze. "You did, Maya. You bought us the time we needed."
A faint, relieved smile touched Maya’s lips, then her eyes fluttered shut, her body going limp. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, irregular gasps. She had fulfilled her promise. She had chosen the right side. Her debt to darkness, paid in blood.
Back in the Data Fortress, Leonard felt a sudden, sharp pang of loss, a chilling echo in his Consciousness Integration. Not just the physical pain from Maya’s injuries, but a profound emotional jolt. He heard Sato’s grim report through his comms. "Maya is severely injured, Mr. Blake. Critical condition. She's being evacuated for immediate medical attention. But the Neo-Kyoto node is offline. Completely severed."
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