Amelia
Liora found the transmission buried in a heap of corrupted frequency logs, its file name scrambled, its encryption nearly perfect. She didn’t knock or pause; she shoved open the war chamber doors, her curls wild from sprinting through three security levels, and slammed a tablet down on the table like it was a bomb that needed disarming.
“They’re rebuilding the Bell network,” she said, her voice flat and breathless. “And they’re tuning it to hybrid resonance. Not just suppression, they’re trying to wipe us out completely.”
The silence that followed was immediate and absolute. I could hear the ceiling lights humming and the faint rush of blood behind my ears. Richard turned to her, then looked at me, and without speaking, we both moved at once.
I took the tablet from the table, my
