The Final Withdrawal

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can see them," o

hings-breaching firewalls, avoiding cameras, blending in. Getting

. "Hey, guys. You really think we'd be dumb enough

. "Misunderstanding? Then explain w

agged us as threats. There was

look. He was counting seconds, calculating

ime to react b

first officer's face. The man stumbled back, cursing, as white foam exploded into the air. B

bled for it, but the first officer was al

od

sending him crashing into the wall

abbed the gun and yank

s. The AI wasn't done yet-it was already adapting, loc

d a new

was two floors down, but as we burst through the door,

re. "No

up. "We

wo steps at a time. If the AI was guiding the guar

lves in a dimly lit conference hall. Empty. Silent. But ther

e time I did. "No

t we got,

glass. It shattered on impact, shards

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than p

think. Security footste

eep breath

rushed closer. Then-impact. I crashed onto the roof of a parked delivery truc

ter, rolling onto the

w, shouting into radios. But we were already on our

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r. And the real troub