RThe subterranean bunker, usually a hub of humming digital quiet, was now a flurry of focused tense activity. The clock was ticking toward the 03:30 execution window. Seraphina and Kaelen operating in seamless wordless partnership, were preparing the final element of the trap: the thermal mimicry drone that would serve as the digital corpse of Elias Thorne.
Seraphina worked on the drone's external housing, ensuring the thermal dissipation layers were perfectly calibrated to match Kaelen’s physiological output. She noticed the slight tremor in his hands as he configured the EMP payload. The precision of the plan was absolute, but the act of simulating his own death for the second time, clearly extracted a psychological toll.
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