The message was different from the others. No threat. No demand. Just a name and a location.
Elliot stared at the tablet, his heart heavy. The name was Elena Vasquez. The location was an abandoned asylum in the hills outside the city. The message had come through the copy network—fragmented, barely decipherable.
Adam traced it to a satellite uplink that had been inactive for years. "Whoever sent this used old codes. Military-grade. Pre-copy technology."
Frank studied the screen. "Could be a trap."
"Could be someone who needs help."
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The asylum loomed against the gray sky like a tomb.
Elliot stood at the gate, looking at the building. Three stories. Bars on the windows. Walls covered in ivy. No lights. No movement.
Frank scanned the perimeter. "I'm not picking up any heat signatu
