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Because they’re not just after me.
They’re after what I took.
Project Helix wasn’t just data.
It was power.
A network so deep, so embedded—
it doesn’t just exist in the shadows.
It is the shadows.
Judges.
Contractors.
Relief organizations.
Military supply chains.
All compromised.
All connected.
And every single one of them?
Would burn the world to get this list back.
I glance at the burner phone sitting on the passenger seat.
Still dark.
Still silent.
That won’t last.
A flash of headlights appears in my rearview mirror.
Far back.
Too far to panic.
But—
They don’t pass.
They don’t fall back.
They stay.
My pulse slows.
Not faster.
Never faster.
Slower means control.
