The bells of Oxford had faded into silence before either of them spoke.
Elizabeth paced the length of the laboratory, nervous energy radiating from her like heat. Richard remained at his desk, staring at the locked drawer that contained enough evidence to send him to prison for decades—or change the world forever.
"Forty-eight hours," Elizabeth finally said. "That's not enough time to—"
"To what?" Richard looked up. "Pack? Run? Destroy everything we've built?"
"To save it." She stopped pacing, her jaw set with determination. "We need to move the operation. Distribute the formulas. Create redundancy so that even if they shut you down, the work continues."
[TACTICAL SUGGESTION DETECTED]
[ANALYZING VIABILITY...]
[RESULT: DISTRIBUTED NETWORK INCREASES SURVIVAL PROBABILITY BY 340%]
[WAR
