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The laughter echoed off the wet asphalt, sharp and cruel. The ringleader of the trio, a tall kid in a neon-green hoodie and a backward cap, stepped so close to the old man that the toe of his pristine sneaker almost brushed against the scuffed metal of the mechanical joint. / Chapter 5 / 8

Chapter 5 - THE RACE AGAINST TIMEThe digital clock red-lined: 02:45... 02:44...

Samuel’s tactical brain raced. Victor was playing him, using his age-old instinct to protect the innocent as a distraction.

"Cross, do you have a line on the uplink?" Samuel barked into his comm-link while maintaining his defensive stance against Victor.

"Negative, Commander! The signal is heavily encrypted through the coin's key. You need to physically insert the Level 0 coin into the terminal to override the upload!" Cross replied over the static.

Victor lunged again, targeting Samuel’s vulnerable organic leg. The blade slashed through Samuel's jacket, leaving a shallow red streak. Samuel gritted his teeth, absorbing the pain, and swept his titanium leg around in a low kick, catching Victor behind the knee and bringing the younger brother to his joint.

"You're out of practice, Sarge!" Victor roared, driving an elbow into Samuel's ribs and breaking free. He darted toward the zip-tied boy, grabbing Jax by the hair and pulling his head back, holding a knife to his throat. "Drop your weapon, or I slit his neck right now!"

Jax wept uncontrollably. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for what I said at the bus stop! Please don't let him kill me!"

Samuel slowly lowered his pistol, placing it on the ground. "Jax, listen to me," Samuel said with eerie calm. "Remember the cap I gave you?"

Jax gasped through his tears. "Y-yes!"

"What's written on the inside seam?"

"A... a number! 4-7-9-1!" Jax blurted out.

Victor’s eyes widened in sudden realization. The coin wasn't the activation key—it was a decoy! The real override code had been embroidered into the lining of the veteran cap Samuel had tossed to the kid hours ago!

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Arthur Sterling tapped his leather-wrapped fingers against the steering wheel of his matte-black Bentley, staring at the imposing wrought-iron gates of his own estate. To the world, the Sterling name was synonymous with untouchable wealth, bleeding-edge tech investments, and a picture-perfect modern family. But as the automated gates slid open with a soft, expensive hum, Arthur didn't feel like a master of a universe; he felt like a stranger walking into a trap he had built with his own hands.

Arthur Sterling tapped his leather-wrapped fingers against the steering...

The sound hung in the air, rhythmic and deliberate—tap, tap, tap—reverberating directly through the plaster of the master bedroom's walk-in closet wall.

The sound hung in the air, rhythmic and deliberate—tap, tap, tap—reverbe...

The wind on the balcony was sharp, carrying the bitter, fish-heavy tang of the Boston Harbor. It hit Dileia like a physical blow, cutting right through the thin polyester of her service uniform. She shivered, though she refused to wrap her arms around herself. Doing so would look like weakness, and tonight, weakness was a currency she couldn't afford to spend.

The wind on the balcony was sharp, carrying the bitter, fish-heavy tang...

"You clever bastard," Victor growled, raising his knife to strike.

Before the blade could fall, Samuel triggered his exoskeleton’s emergency burst mode. The hydraulic piston on his prosthetic leg compressed and fired like a cannon, propelling him across the room in a split second. He slammed into Victor with the force of a speeding car, throwing both of them through the wooden railings and into the freezing black waters of the harbor below.

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