The narrow corridor around him exploded with the sound of gunfire, and Enoch's legs almost buckled under him; his breath caught in his throat, his fear clutching at his throat like a vice. Whether the shot was meant for him or wide, he didn't know, but he couldn't afford to stop and find out. He kept on running.His lungs burned and his heart jackrabbited against his ribcage as he sprinted toward what he hoped was an exit. Behind him, he could hear the heavy footsteps of Michael's men closing in, the shouts of anger and frustration cutting through the air. Enoch's mind raced, searching for any way to gain the upper hand, but he felt cornered, out of options. *If I don't find a way out soon, I'm dead.*He whipped around a corner, his feet skidding on the slick concrete floor. Ahead of him now, he saw the first sign of hope: a narrow staircase headed down. Without a second's hesitation, he launched down the stairs two at a time. Pure adrenaline coursed through his body; his muscles shri

Victor, Stephen, and Enoch sprinted down the streets, staying as close to the shadows as possible, as they moved on toward the safe house. Enoch was limping heavily; with the blood loss, he was growing weaker as the time went by. Stephen was keeping his arm around him, practically carrying him at this point in time."We're almost there," Stephen said tightly. He kept his eyes roaming, scanning every corner, every shadow, waiting for something to pop out at them. He could feel the tension build up in his chest, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to break.Victor walked a few steps behind, the weight of his failure clinging to his mind like a shroud. He couldn't avoid the nagging sense that this was all his fault. Enoch wouldn't be bleeding out if it weren't for him. Voss's men wouldn't be hunting them down if he hadn't thought he could outsmart them."How far is it?" Enoch asked, his tone weak.Just a few more blocks," Stephen said. He readjusted his grip on Enoch, fightin

Stephen blinked, his vision foggy as he fought hard to orient himself to the surroundings. The cold cement of the prison cell beneath him was too real, and at the same time, his brain was still whirling from the night's chaos. He had blacked out-again."Stephen?" a voice called out.He looked up, his gaze locking onto Enoch's worried expression. "What's wrong?" Enoch asked. "You passed out.""I'm fine," Stephen growled, his voice low as he forced himself to sit up. His leg was still sore from the wound, but that was the least of his problems now. He looked to Clarke, who was standing by the cell door with that same annoying smile on his face."What did you do?" Stephen asked, narrowing his eyes.The only immediate reaction from Clarke was the releasing of a slow, satisfied chuckle. "Behold," Clarke said with a theatrical gesture, "a little touch of power-the Anti-5G system."And with that, suddenly, a holographic interface appeared in the air before them. It shimmered with strange sym

Stephen's fists clenched at his sides as he stepped backward, his mind racing with possibilities. He didn't know how, but he would stop Clarke-before it was too late.As he turned to go, Enoch looked at him questioningly. "What now?"Stephen's eyes hardened. "We find a way to destroy that system," he said, firm, his voice full of resolution. "Before Clarke reshapes this reality into something we won't even recognize."Enoch nodded, but there was still a deep furrow in his brow. "And if we can't?"Stephen didn't waste time. "We will," he let the words fall, cold and unyielding. "I won't let him destroy everything."Stephen's mind was racing as he and Enoch slipped out of the prison cell, leaving Clarke behind. He felt the weight of what they needed to do. The Anti-5G system wasn't just something-it was a weapon that could rewrite the very fabric of reality. If they didn't stop it, everything might spiral out of control.We need to find out the origin of this system," Stephen whispered,

Victor looked at Enoch, and his words hung in the air; Clarke was a problem to which they had not given due attention, and now he was fast running out of time. They could not leave the bunker without getting rid of him, and neither could they afford any more delay.We deal with him after we fry the core," Victor said, his voice hard. "Once the system's offline, Clarke loses all his leverage. Without it, he's just another dangerous man with no way to control the chaos.Stephen nodded, his gaze never leaving the panel as he worked around the clock to access the system's power grid. His fingers fled across the keys. The room was somber, each of them knowing what weight would soon rest on their shoulders.Enoch spoke up, his voice a little lower now. "Before we do this, there's something you both need to know. The system—it was here a lot earlier than we thought. I did some digging into the old records, news clippings-anything I could find. There were mentions of something like this going