11:59 p.m. — Site 09, Inner Core Perimeter
There was no countdown. No final warning.
Just a sudden shift in the air — like the facility itself held its breath.
And then the lights dimmed… and the ground vibrated beneath their feet.
Breach detected.
The words flashed across the wall-screen in blood-red letters.
Amara’s breath hitched. She turned slowly toward Damon, whose hand instinctively went to the weapon holstered at his hip.
Callie’s voice sliced through the thickening tension. “They’re inside the outer perimeter. Five figures. Heavily armed. No IDs, no insignias. They're not government.”
Damon’s jaw tightened. “Then who the hell are they?”
Ash didn’t blink. He stood near the main control column, eyes fixed on the monitor, voice low.
> “They’re hers.”
Amara stared at him
