oor was locked from the outside. A camera watched

in my own helplessness and rage. They had taken everything. My career, my honor, my wife

thing. They forgot

ned for every possibility, especially betrayal from within. When I joined The Directora

n't hardware. It was a line of code, activated by a specific sequence of heart rate and blood pressure spikes, a pa

single task. I pushed my heart rate up, then dropped it, a sequence of

o bigger than a grain of sand, was sent out from the facility. It bypassed every fi

phrase my father and I h

oke the pact. I

thaniel Lester. It was a signal that I was done, that I was ready to be absorbed back into my

mera still watched me. The door rema

strange sen

my hands. I had called out into the darkness, and n