Isabel POVThe room seemed to tilt as the image of Diego filled the monitors. Miguel froze beside me, his expression shifting from shock to a hard, cold rage.“That’s your brother?” I whispered.Miguel didn’t respond. “Impressive, isn’t it?” Gideon’s voice broke through the tension. He stood at the console, his posture relaxed, as if we weren’t moments away from chaos. “Diego’s conviction has been an asset. Unlike you, Miguel, he understands the bigger picture.”Miguel leveled his weapon at Gideon. “Shut up.”Gideon didn’t flinch. “Or what? You’ll shoot me? Go ahead. But it won’t stop him. He believes in this mission.”I stepped closer to Miguel, placing a hand on his arm. “Don’t.” “Listen to her,” Gideon said, his tone mocking. “You wouldn’t want to make a scene in front of your brother.”The image on the monitors shifted, showing Diego’s team moving through the building. “They’re coming here,” I said.Gideon smiled. “Of course, they are. They’re coming to secure the system—and me
Isabel POVThe room crackled with tension, every second stretching into an eternity as Diego stood in the doorway, his rifle raised. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto Miguel. “You don’t have to do this,” Miguel said, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his eyes.Diego’s expression didn’t falter. “Yes, I do. You’re on the wrong side of this, Miguel.”“The wrong side?” Miguel stepped forward, his rifle lowered slightly, but his movements deliberate. “You’re working for a man who’s willing to destroy everything just to control it.”Diego’s jaw tightened. “You think I don’t know what’s at stake? Gideon’s system can prevent wars, stop crimes before they happen—save millions of lives. That’s worth more than your petty rebellion.”“Diego, please,” I said, stepping beside Miguel. “The system isn’t what you think it is. It’s not saving lives. It’s manipulating them.”He glanced at me; his gaze hard. “Stay out of this.”Gideon’s voice interrupted. “Enough talk. Diego, secure the
Isabel POVThe explosion rippled through the building like a low growl, shaking the floor beneath us and sending loose cables swinging. The emergency lights flickered, casting long, jittery shadows. My heart was pounding as I stared at Diego, slumped over the console.“Diego!” Miguel shouted, rushing to his side.I followed; my legs unsteady. Gideon was gone, but his men would be regrouping, and the system wasn’t fully offline. The glowing text on the screen read Override in Progress, but there was no telling if it would finish before they found us.“Miguel, we have to move,” I said, my voice sharp but trembling.“Not without him,” Miguel snapped, checking for a pulse.“He’s breathing,” Miguel said after a pause, his voice tight. “We can’t leave him here.”“Then we carry him,” Marissa said, appearing in the doorway. “We’ve got incoming. Whatever you’re doing, wrap it up.”I looked back at the screen. The override was almost complete, but there was no way to speed it up. If we waited,
Isabel POVThe faint sound of the helicopter blades grew louder, a low hum cutting through the quiet forest. It wasn’t close yet, but it was moving in our direction.Miguel stiffened, his eyes darting toward the sky. Marissa crouched low, her hand gripping her rifle. Diego sat propped against a tree, his breathing shallow but steady.“They’re looking for us,” Marissa said, her voice barely above a whisper.“Of course, they are” Miguel replied. His voice was calm, but I could see the tension in his shoulders.“Can we move him?” I asked, gesturing to Diego.Miguel hesitated, then nodded. “We don’t have a choice.”I felt the weight of that statement. We were running on borrowed time, and every decision felt like a gamble.Marissa POVThe forest was dense, the canopy thick enough to obscure most of the sky, but the sound of the helicopter echoed between the trees. It wouldn’t be long before they spotted us—or sent a team in on foot.I moved ahead, scouting the path while Miguel and Isabel
Isabel POVThe faint murmur of voices drifted through the trees, low but distinct. My pulse quickened, every instinct screaming at me to move, to run.Miguel crouched beside Diego, his head tilting toward the sound. His expression hardened, and he motioned for me to stay low.“They’re close,” he whispered.“Too close,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.Marissa slipped through the brush; her movements nearly silent. She crouched near us; her face drawn. “Four of them,” she said. “Armed. Moving toward the hollow.”Miguel cursed under his breath, his grip tightening on his rifle. Diego stirred, his eyes fluttering open.“We can’t fight them,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite the growing panic in my chest. “Not with Diego like this.”Marissa nodded. “Agreed. We’ll have to outmaneuver them.” She said her voice very firm.Miguel glanced at Diego, then back at us. “You two take him. I’ll lead them away.”“No,” I said sharply. “We stick together.” My expression very firm and
Isabel POVThe sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the ravine, bouncing off the rocks. I froze. It wasn’t close, but it wasn’t far either.“They’ve found our trail.” Miguel said.“We need to move. Now.” Marissa said, her tone sharp.I glanced at Diego, slumped against the rock. His eyes fluttered open briefly, and he let out a weak groan. He wasn’t in any condition to walk, let alone run.“We can’t leave him behind,” I said firmly.Miguel didn’t even look at me as he slid his arm under Diego’s, hauling him upright. “We’re not.”Marissa scanned the trees, her rifle ready. “The sound came from the west. If we head east, we might have a chance to put some distance between us and them.”“Lead the way,” Miguel said, his voice strained under the weight of his brother.Miguel POVEvery step felt like a battle. Diego was dead weight, his head lolling against my shoulder, but there was no way I was letting go.Marissa moved ahead, her movements quick and quiet. Isabel stayed close, her breat
Isabel POVThe burst of static from the hidden comm device made my heart stop. The voice that followed was unmistakable.“Don’t move. You’re surrounded.”Miguel tensed, his eyes narrowing. Marissa gripped her rifle, scanning the forest for movement.“Gideon,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.“Congratulations,” the voice said, almost amused. “You’ve made it farther than I expected. But it ends here.”Marissa glanced at me; her expression sharp. “He’s bluffing. If we were surrounded, we’d already see them.”“he’s not the kind of man who bluffs,” Miguel said.The comm device crackled again. “Miguel, Isabel, Marissa... even Diego. your little escape. Impressive, but futile. Surrender now, and I might let you live.”Miguel’s jaw tightened. “Not a chance.”Marissa POVI hated the way Gideon’s voice got under my skin, as if he was already one step ahead. But I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing us panic.“We need to move,” I said quietly, keeping my rifle raised. “Now.”
Isabel POVThe nurse's whispered warning hit me like a slap. "You're being followed."Miguel stiffened beside me, his grip tightening on Diego's arm as we half-carried, half-dragged him into the small hospital lobby. "Who's following us?" Marissa demanded, her tone sharp and low."I don't know who they are, but they've been asking questions. They came through here earlier, showing pictures. They're still nearby.""We don't have time for this. My brother needs help."The nurse hesitated, her eyes flickering between Diego's pale face and the tension in Miguel's stance. Finally, she nodded. "Room four. Down the hall. I'll get a doctor."Marissa moved to the door; her rifle hidden beneath her coat. "I'll keep an eye out," she said, her voice calm but firm.I followed Miguel down the hallway, my heart racing. Miguel POVI lowered Diego onto the examination bed, his weight sinking into the thin mattress. His face was ashen, his breaths shallow."Hang in there," I murmured, gripping his sh
Miguel's POVThe headlights caught her face fully now, and there was no mistaking it.Our mother.Her face was pale, lined with the kind of exhaustion that only comes from years of pain, yet her eyes held that same piercing intensity I remembered as a child.Fifteen years. Fifteen years without a word. Without an explanation.I pushed open the car door. Cold air hit me, but my chest burned hotter than ever."Stay in the car," Dad ordered, his voice taut with authority."Like hell I will." I stepped out, heart pounding. "Fifteen years. And you think showing up now—like this—is enough?"She took a step forward."Miguel, please. There's so much you don't—"I cut her off, my voice trembling. "Then explain it. No more riddles. No more secrets. Why now?"Behind me, Isabel's voice cut through the tension."Miguel! Diego's pulse is dropping again! We don't have time for this!"Our mother's face twisted with urgency."Let me help him. Please."I stepped back, blocking her approach."No. You do
Isabel POVThe room descended into chaos, but my focus stayed locked on the ledger in my hands. It was the only leverage we had, and I wasn't about to let Gideon take it without a fight.Miguel and Marissa moved, firing at the two men Gideon had brought with him. I dropped to the floor, crawling toward the table for cover."You're running out of time, Isabel!" Gideon shouted.I glanced up and saw him advancing, Miguel POV"Stay down, Isabel!" I shouted, firing at Alex. The shot missed.Marissa ducked beside me, reloading her weapon. "They're pushing hard," she said."No kidding," I muttered."We need to end this," Marissa said, her eyes narrowing.Isabel POVI tried to think, to plan, but the noise and chaos made it impossible.Miguel's voice cut through the din. "Isabel, stay where you are!"I peeked over the edge of the table and saw Gideon advancing."Gideon!" I yelled.He paused, his eyes snapping to me. "Finally ready to cooperate?""Not exactly," I said.Miguel POVIsabel's voi
Miguel’s POVA deafening roar shook the warehouse as the detonation rippled through the building above. The impact threw us against the tunnel walls, dust billowing from the cracks in the ceiling as the structure groaned under the force.I shielded Maria instinctively, my injured arm throbbing with every pulse of my heartbeat. The dim emergency lights flickered, barely holding on.Diego coughed, staggering forward. "We... we need to keep moving!"The explosion wasn’t just a warning. It was collapsing the building."Stay together!" I shouted, guiding Maria and Diego as we stumbled deeper into the darkened tunnel.Marissa took point, her rifle raised. She glanced back at me, her face streaked with sweat and grime. "I hear them. Gideon’s men are closing in fast."A metallic groan echoed above us. The roof was giving way.We couldn't stop. Not now.Isabel's POVThe tunnel felt endless, the darkness pressing in as we pushed forward. My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear the sound of
Miguel’s POVI lunged at Gideon just as his finger squeezed the trigger. The deafening crack of the gunshot echoed through the tunnels, but I was faster. The bullet went wide, ricocheting off the concrete wall. My shoulder screamed in pain as I crashed into him, knocking his weapon loose.Maria stumbled back, clutching her wrist, face pale but determined.Gideon snarled, twisting under me, his knee driving into my ribs. The breath shot from my lungs, but I didn’t let go. Not this time."You don't get to win!" I growled, slamming my fist into his face.His head snapped back against the floor. Blood dripped from his lip, but the man barely seemed fazed."You think this is winning, Miguel?" he spat, voice low. "Look around you. You're bleeding out. Your brother can barely stand. You can't protect them both."His words hit harder than the pain.Maria yanked me back, pulling at my collar. "Miguel! Enough! We have to go!" she said as she pulled me up.I saw the truth in her eyes. Diego was
Isabel's POVThe gunshot echoed like a thunderclap, making me freeze mid-step. Diego stiffened against my side, his breath catching as his head whipped around toward the sound."That was close," Marissa said, her voice tight as she scanned the tunnels. She shifted her rifle slightly, signaling for silence as we listened. The boots chasing us had fallen quiet too.Diego grabbed my arm. "Miguel... Mom..." he said as he looked back hoping to still see them coming behind but they were stuck with Gideon.I shook my head, forcing calm into my voice. "We keep moving, Diego. We can't help them if we get caught." I said as I looked at Andrew who as well is unsure of what to say. I took his hands and pulled him forward with me.Andrew fumbled with his map in the dim light, his face pale. "The tunnels split ahead. If Miguel and Maria took the cooling system, then they will be closer than we thought" he said slightly fold the map and dipped it into the small bag hung around his neck. I could see the
Miguel's POVThe stench of gunpowder clung to the damp air as Maria and I crouched behind the rusted dumpster, pinned by the relentless spray of bullets. The early morning light barely touched the alley, distorted by the swirling helicopter blades above, making the flurry of loose notebook pages dance in the rotor wash.Maria clutched the single folded page against her chest, her breathing ragged but determined. My pulse hammered in my ears as I checked the last rounds in my magazine."We're trapped," I muttered, voice low. "Any brilliant ideas?" I asked as my heart kept beating fast.She hesitated, eyes locked on the paper in her trembling hands. "We need to reach the warehouse. Before they do. The truth isn't just in this notebook—your father's real research... his evidence... it's all there. But if they get to it first they will do as they …” before I could continue; a bullet pinged off the metal behind us, making both of us flinch.Gideon’s voice sliced through the chaos. "You can't h
Miguel’s POVGideon’s gun was still pointed at us, the morning sun glaring off the metal. My pulse thundered as my hand hovered near my holster, but Maria gripped my wrist tightly. Her knuckles were white.“Don’t,” she whispered. “You don't know what you're dealing with. Stay still.” She said with her firm voice as she stare at Gideon.Gideon took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as his men shifted behind him, blocking both ends of the alley. He looked almost disappointed.“You always were the sentimental one, Maria.” His voice was smooth, calculated. “Even after you knew the cost.” He said his tone very calm and calculated.Maria’s voice trembled, but she held her ground. “You manipulated my research. Turned it into something horrifying.”Gideon’s lips curled into a smirk. “It was never your research. You were a tool. An effective one, but replaceable. Your husband understood that in the end.”I felt my stomach drop.Maria's eyes flicked to mine, panic flashing for just a moment before sh
Miguel’s POVDiego lay motionless on the medical bed, I paced the room, my fists clenching and unclenching.Maria sat beside Diego, holding his hand tightly. Dr. Andrew stayed nearby, his gaze flicking between the monitors and the faint tremor in Diego’s fingers.“The sedative is working,” Andrew said. “But the strain on his neural pathways was significant. He’ll need rest and careful monitoring.”Diego stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. His voice came out hoarse.“Everything feels… broken,” he murmured. “Like I’m trying to piece together a puzzle, but half the pieces are missing.”Maria leaned closer. “Do you remember anything? Anything at all?”“There was… a warehouse. By the river. They took me there before the facility. And… files. Evidence.” His gaze shifted to me. “It’s all there, Miguel. Everything we need to take them down.”I stopped pacing. “Where exactly is this warehouse?”Maria shot me a warning look. “Miguel, he needs rest. We can’t—”“He’s telling us where to find answe
Miguel's POVThe room stood frozen, the only sound the faint hum of the monitors. Diego's black, lifeless eyes were still fixed on us, but the voice that came from him wasn’t his."You should have let me die." His voice hoarsed and deeper than his usual voice is.Maria's hands trembled as she pressed her palms to his face, searching his expression for something—anything—that felt like her son."Diego," she whispered, voice breaking. "Please... fight this. Stay with us." She said with a calm and trembling tone as she attempts to move closer to him.His body tensed, and I felt an icy dread settle in my chest."Mom, step back," I warned, my fingers inching toward my sidearm.Maria shook her head, tears streaking her pale face. "He's still in there. I know it—"Dr. Andrew's voice cut through, the whole scenario. "His neural activity is still fluctuating. This isn't possession—it's a neural cascade. His consciousness is fragmenting, collapsing under the data overload." He said his voice fi