Elias Kade is realizing something went wrong.
And we’re about to make it worse.
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Ethan Cross
Location: Inside Kade’s Facility
Time: Same
Two guards.
No conversation.
No wasted motion.
They’re positioned for coverage, not comfort—angles overlapping, blind spots minimized.
Good.
That means they were trained.
It also means they trust the system behind them.
That’s their mistake.
I step into the gap between camera sweeps.
Timing it to the half-second.
Close enough to feel their awareness shift—
Too late.
One breath.
Two movements.
Precise.
Final.
They don’t hit the ground at the same time.
But they never make a sound.
I’m already past them before gravity finishes the job.
The corridor stretches ahead—sterile, controlled, almost clinical.
No clutter.
No human imprint.
Just design.
Kade’s mind is everywhere in this place.
