The room was filled with the low hum of ancient servers, their rusted casings blinking with failing light. Kane sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes locked on the decrypted data flashing across the portable terminal. The glow reflected in her sharp features, her lips pressed into a thin line.
I stood near the doorway, gun in hand, my mind still trying to process what we’d just uncovered. The words on the screen refused to fade from my thoughts. "Subject 0915-T. Temporal anomaly. Failed identity realignment. Recommended termination."
I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not just in this facility. Not just in this moment.
I wasn’t supposed to exist at all.
Kane exhaled sharply. "Tony."
I turned to her. She hesitated, tapping a few more keys before looking up. "This isn’t just some anomaly. This
