oor was locked from the outside. A camera watched
in my own helplessness and rage. They had taken everything. My career, my honor, my wife
thing. They forgot
ned for every possibility, especially betrayal from within. When I joined The Directora
n't hardware. It was a line of code, activated by a specific sequence of heart rate and blood pressure spikes, a pa
single task. I pushed my heart rate up, then dropped it, a sequence of
o bigger than a grain of sand, was sent out from the facility. It bypassed every fi
phrase my father and I h
oke the pact. I
thaniel Lester. It was a signal that I was done, that I was ready to be absorbed back into my
mera still watched me. The door rema
strange sen
my hands. I had called out into the darkness, and n
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