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Chapter 236

Author: Dchenemi
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ROMAN

The mining complex loomed before us in the early morning light, a hulking mass of concrete and rusted metal that seemed to devour the shadows around it. I crouched behind a piece of machinery, my body coiled tight with anticipation as I watched the guards make their rounds through my scope.

"Three on the perimeter, two at each entrance," Nikolai's voice came through my earpiece, soft but crystal clear. Even from his position in the command vehicle half a mile away, he somehow knew exactly what was happening. "They're rotating every fifteen minutes, clockwork precision. Military training, just like our informant said."

"How many inside?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Heat signatures show twelve moving bodies on the main level, four in the lower sections." There was a pause, then, "One signature in the deepest part of the complex. Isolated. That's her, Roman."

My fingers tightened on my rifle. "You're sure?"

"The body temperature is slightly elevated, consistent
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Happy new year! Sorry for the long overdue chapter, I had to take some time off as I've been prepping for my exams. There'll be daily updates from today, thank you for reading and have a great day!

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