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with shadows taking over behind every corner. Cynthia looked out at the neon lights reflecting off the rain-slicked pavement, her mind beating. They had escaped one trap, but the real

ab his jacket. "We need to check it out." They hurried out of the safe house and into Adrian's car, the urgency palpable in the air. As they drove, the city lights blurred into streaks of neon. Maya's heart raced, a mix of hope and fear. What if it really was Eliza? What if they were walking into a trap? As they were getting closer to the building, a sense of fear washed over Cynthia. The structure was neglected, an abandoned store house that had clearly seen better days. "This place looks abandoned ," she said, looking around the surroundings. "Stay close," Adrian instructed, his voice firm as he pulled the car to a stop. They got down from the car, sneaking into the shadows as they moved toward the entrance. The door creaked decisive as Adrian pushed it open, showing a dimly lit interior filled with dust . The air was chocky, an unpleasant odor mixing with the atmosphere . They stepped inside gently, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the emptiness. "Where are you, Eliza?" Cynthia uttered, a twist in her stomach. They moved through the building, navigating the maze of crumbling walls and scattered furniture. In the distance, they heard muffled voices. Cynthia and Adrian exchanged a glance, both realizing they were getting close. As they proceed towards a small room at the end of the passage, Cynthia's breath raising. She tilts closer, straining to hear. The voices were scary, urgent. "We can't keep this hidden any longer. They're getting too close." Cynthia glanced at Adrian, who nodded, asking her to stay behind him. He pushed the door open just enough for them to sneak inside. What they saw shocked them both. In the center of the room stood Eliza Novak, alive and well, surrounded by a group of people in suits some familiar faces among the tech elite, others hidden in shadow. She appeared older, her once vibrant hair marked with grey, but her presence discharge strength. "They can't find out what we're working on," Eliza said, her voice steady but laced with urgency. "If they do, everything we've fought for will be for nothing." The words struck Cynthia like a blow. The people she'd once considered allies were standing with someone who had betrayed her mentor's legacy. She took a step back, confusion swirling in her mind. "Adrian," she whispered urgently, "what's happening? Is she... working with them?" Before he could respond, Eliza's gaze shifted toward the door. "Someone's here!" she shouted, her eyes narrowing. In an instant, Cynthia and Adrian scrambled back, but it was too late. The group burst through the door, cornering them. "Adrian Kane," one of the suited figures said, a smirk playing on his lips. "I didn't expect to see you here, but it makes sense. You always were a thorn in our side." Adrian's expression hardene

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