Day 273

We make it to the sixteenth floor, waiting patiently as Sig watches the rotation pattern of the guards. He gives me a nudge in my mind, an unsettling pulse from my comm implant, and I slide into the hallway. Travis follows, his breath the only sound I hear. The hallway is deserted; neat paintings hang …

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Day 255

We come up in a dingy alley across the channel, sweating bullets with aching calves. Sig checks his comp and nods, leaning against the grimy wall while catching his breath. “Should be just around the corner. Dyl?” I nod and take a deep breath, cracking my neck and loosening up in case of a fight. …

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