Diego POVThe darkness had started to thin.Sounds drifted closer now. Voices, faint but clearer than before. My mind felt like it was wading through fog, struggling to surface.“Stay with me, Diego... Please... Just hold on...” I heard his voice calling out to me, Miguel.I could feel his presence, his voice cutting through the haze like an anchor. But something else was there too—a constant pressure in my chest. Cold. Heavy.The pain was distant but growing sharper by the minutes but there nothing I could do about it.And then—another voice. Harsher. Mocking.“You never were the priority, Miguel. You're just another piece in my game.” Gideon’s voice came on as I was suddenly not pleased, I tried to talk but couldn’t, I was shouting but no one could hear my voice.I fought against the weight pressing me down, forcing my mind to break through. I couldn’t stay here. I had to warn them.Gideon was still controlling everything.Miguel POVGideon’s voice echoed through the hospital speake
Miguel POVThe sound of the flatline still echoed in my ears.Everything seemed distant—the frantic voices, the beeping monitors, the rush of medical staff around Diego’s bed. All I could focus on was his pale face, lifeless and still.A firm hand gripped my shoulder, breaking me out of my haze.It was the doctor. His face was serious, his eyes sharp with urgency.“We don’t have time, Miguel. I need consent for emergency surgery. Now.”I blinked, my mind sluggish. “What—what do you mean surgery?”The doctor’s voice stayed calm but unrelenting.“The implant. It’s interfering with his vitals. If we don’t remove it immediately, he won’t make it. We’ve prepped OR-1. You need to sign these forms.”A clipboard was pressed into my shaking hands, the medical jargon blurring together.Beside me, my father took a step closer. “I’ll sign. He’s my son—”I shook my head sharply.“No. I’m doing it.” My voice wavered, but I pressed the pen down, scrawling my name across the line. “Just... save him.”
Miguel POVThe heart monitor’s rhythm had stabilized, but the tension in the OR was heavier than ever.I stood frozen against the glass, my palms pressed flat, watching Diego’s still body beneath the bright surgical lights. Dr. Chen’s voice cut through the quiet hum of machines.“Electrical interference detected along the neural interface. Vitals unstable. We need to contain it—now.”The dual heartbeat continued flickering on the screen, chaotic and unnatural.Dr. Kumar, the anesthesiologist, spoke rapidly. “BP dropping—systolic down to 80. He’s losing ground fast.”Dr. Chen’s hands were steady, precise. “Scalpel. I’m isolating the main lead. Dr. Martinez, be ready to assist with micro-suction once I expose the implant.”The air felt thick, every movement calculated. A surgical nurse handed over the scalpel with practiced calm.Miguel’s father broke the silence behind me, his voice low but strained.“If they can’t control the implant’s electrical feedback, it could trigger full neural
Miguel POVThe heart monitor's steady beeping echoed in the sterile quiet of the OR.Dr. Chen’s brow was furrowed, her gloved hands hovering above Diego's skull. His vitals had stabilized, but the unnatural dual heartbeat still flickered on the screen.“Something’s still wrong,” she said, her voice calm but tense. “That second implant—it's not fully deactivated. There’s a residual charge coming from the nerve bundle.”Dr. Kumar adjusted the sedation levels. “BP holding steady... but the electrical interference is active again. We have a window, but it’s closing.”Chen nodded. “We need a controlled electromagnetic pulse—targeted. Prep the micro-coil generator.”The surgical nurse handed over the small, cylindrical device.I watched, frozen on the other side of the glass, every muscle locked in place.Dr. Chen glanced up at the gallery.“This procedure is experimental,” she warned. “If the EMP disrupts the wrong cluster—”Miguel's father interrupted; his voice low but steady. “Do it. I’
Miguel POVThe steady beeping of the heart monitor was almost soothing now, a reminder that Diego was alive. Breathing. Stable.I was slouched in the uncomfortable hospital chair, my head resting against the cold steel bar. Sleep hadn’t come easily, but exhaustion had finally forced me under.The sound of a door clicking open stirred me awake.Isabel entered, holding two cups of coffee, her eyes tired but alert.“You look terrible,” she whispered, setting one cup on the tray beside me.I sat up, my back stiff. “Yeah, well... so do you.”Her lips curled in the faintest smile before she turned toward Diego.He was awake. Barely. His eyelids fluttered, lips parting as he tried to speak.I shot up, my pulse racing. “Diego? Hey—are you with me?”His head tilted slightly toward the sound of my voice. His pale skin seemed even more fragile under the harsh hospital lighting, but his breathing was steady.“Water,” he rasped, voice hoarse.Isabel grabbed the cup, holding it gently to his lips.
Miguel’s POVThe emergency lights cast pale shadows across the walls. Flickering. Uneven. Unsettling.I stood at the window, breath fogging the glass as I stared into the darkness beyond the security gate. The street was still—too still. A strange tension clung to the air like something was waiting to happen.The security feed on the wall glitched, static distorting the view.I saw movement. A figure."There was someone," I said, voice low as I leaned closer. "Just beyond the gate."Isabel was already at my side, her voice tight. "Who? Can you make them out?"My eyes narrowed, tracking the blurred shape. "They're walking away now. Too dark to make out details."Her next question made my stomach twist."Do you think... it could be Gideon?"I shook my head immediately. "No. He wouldn’t be that obvious. He knows this place is a fortress. If he’s watching us, he’d send someone else."Isabel’s face darkened. "You’re saying someone’s keeping tabs on us?""Exactly," I muttered, jaw tightenin
Miguel’s POV The beeping from Diego’s monitor shifted—rapid, stuttering, wrong. My pulse hammered to match it.I leaned over him, pressing two fingers against his neck. His pulse has increased, erratic and skipping in uneven bursts."His pulse is off," I said, voice tight with panic. "It's—it's like skipping beats. Something's not right." I said again as I looked at him unsure of what the next line of action would be.“I will make a call to Dr. Chen because I don’t think I know anything of this and to avoid losing Diego” she said her voice shaking and her expression very pale.Isabel was already dialing her phone with trembling hands.“Dr. Chen,” she whispered, her voice barely controlled. “It’s Diego—something’s happening! Please, we need help!”"Put me on speaker," Dr. Chen’s voice snapped through the line, calm but commanding. "Tell me everything you see. Now.” She said her tone commanding and calm."His pulse is irregular," I repeated, swallowing hard. “His breathing’s shallow. E
Miguel's POV The emergency backup generator kicked in with a low hum, casting a pale, flickering light across the room. Shadows danced against the walls as the power struggled to stabilize. The lights kept dimming every few seconds.The beeping of Diego’s monitor slowed but remained unsettling. His breathing was shallow. Too shallow.Marissa had the phone pressed to her ear, her hands trembling as she redialed Dr. Andrew.“Call him back. Now,” I snapped, voice harsher than intended. My knuckles were white as I gripped the back of a chair, the adrenaline burning through me.The line clicked. Then a voice—calm, measured."Marissa. You hung up too quickly last time."I snatched the phone from her hands, holding it close to my ear.“How do you know about Diego?” I demanded, my voice sharp.Dr. Andrew on the other end of the call chuckled softly. "Ah, the protective brother. Always so intense. I assumed you'd be the one calling me sooner." He said.“Answer the question.” I snapped my voic
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