The man in the black suit walked forward with unhurried confidence.
His polished shoes echoed across the concrete floor.
Behind him, more armed agents emerged from the shadows, silently surrounding the archive.
Anthony tightened his grip on the black folder.
"Who are you?"
The stranger smiled faintly.
"My name is Damian Cross."
"I represent the people who should have inherited Project Genesis."
Mercer laughed bitterly.
"Inherited?"
"You stole it."
Cross's expression never changed.
"History is written by those who finish the story."
Evelyn glanced at Mercer.
"You know him."
"I do," Mercer replied. "He's the son of the man who betrayed Genesis."
Cross inclined his head slightly.
"My father simply understood what the others refused to accept."
"Knowledge is power."
"And pow
