The jet," Alex decided, gripping Sonia's hand as he pulled her toward the aircraft stairs. The approaching helicopters left no time for extended explanations—action now, truth later.
Stephens provided covering position as they raced across the tarmac, the Rodriguez security chief's loyalty apparently remaining with Alex despite the fractured allegiances surrounding them.
"What happens when all three implants synchronize?" Alex demanded as they reached the jet's cabin, the engines already at full thrust.
Sonia's expression shifted—vulnerability and resolution battling across features he'd come to read with painful clarity. "It's not just data storage, Alex. The algorithm isn't just code—it's evolving. The implants are neural interfaces designed to merge human intuition with financial
