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She didn't run to the elevators—those were Thorne’s territory. She ran for the old maintenance stairwell, the one that predated The Cap’s renovation, the one not on any digital schematic. Her heels clattered on the iron grates. Behind her, she heard a soft, wet sound, like a sponge being wrung out. She glanced back.

The lights in the observation room flickered. Once. Twice. Then they turned a deep, arterial red. Alarms did not blare. Alarms were for emergencies. This was not an emergency. This was launch. umbrella corporation theme

Too late. The intercom crackled to life. Director Thorne’s voice was smooth as oil. "Dr. Vance. Report to my office. The Board is on a secure line. They're very pleased with Nyx." She didn't run to the elevators—those were Thorne’s

Dr. Elara Vance had been inside The Cap for eleven years. She was a virologist, top of her field, and she had long since stopped believing the brochures. The mission, as her director liked to say, was "Benevolent Evolution." Eliminate disease. Eradicate death. Package the solution in a sleek, black-and-red syringe. Behind her, she heard a soft, wet sound,

Elara ran.