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Chapter 7: Two Lives

Three hours later. A safe hideout in the slums of Sector 2.

The sounds of the fight had died away. The Cleaners sat exhausted in the darkness. Rook patched his damaged armor, K0re stared bloodshot at the stolen data—a fortune in credits.

Elena Vance sat on the edge of a cot. She was wearing an Aether Biotech lab coat again, one Jax had arranged for her. But she didn't look like the woman from the beginning of the story.

"They're going to promote me," she said quietly, turning the small wooden figurine in her hand—an object she'd brought from her old office. "Aether thinks I'm a hero. That I planned the data heist myself."

Jax approached her. "Wasn't that it? You hit the dead man's switch, Doctor."

Elena looked at him. A flickering, unnatural light reflected in her eyes. “I squeezed him. But the woman who did it is dead. The woman who worked at Iron-Pulse is also dead. And I…”

She closed her eyes. Behind her eyelids, she could still see the brutalist concrete walls that loomed over the organic gardens. Two lives, superimposed like a bad hologram.

“I can still hear them,” she whispered. “The voices of my colleagues from Iron-Pulse. I know their names. I know their secrets. And I know they’ll be looking for me.”

Jax placed a hand on her shoulder. It wasn’t a comforting gesture, but rather that of a soldier recognizing a comrade. “Welcome to reality, Doctor. In this city, you never truly own your own mind.”

Epilogue: The Echo Remains

The mission was a success. The Cleaners were rich, Aether Biotech had regained its brilliance, and Iron-Pulse had suffered a painful defeat.

But deep within Elena's mnemonic memory, a fragment remained that neither K0re nor Mender could erase. A small, encrypted folder named "JULIAN."

She didn't know what was inside. Not yet.

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