The distant hum of Nexara's neon skyline echoed faintly through the crumbling walls of the warehouse. The air inside was thick with tension as Ethan's mind spun, replaying Dorian's words over and over.
"You can keep running... or you can fight."
Ethan's jaw clenched as he paced near the rusted console, his pulse pounding in his ears. His grip on the data core was tight, his knuckles white.
Lena stood nearby, her arms crossed, her eyes locked onto Dorian with unyielding suspicion. Her pulse pistol rested loosely in her hand, but Ethan could see the tension in her posture.
She didn't trust him.
Neither did Ethan.
"You're asking us to put everything on the line," Ethan murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm asking you to stop running," Dorian replied, his tone calm but edged with quiet authority. He stood near the entrance, his posture relaxed but his cybernetic eyes were sharp—always watching, always calculating.
"We've been running for a reason," Lena interjected, her voice tight. "HelixCorp isn't just a corporation. They're... everywhere."
"And that's exactly why you can't keep doing this alone," Dorian replied, his gaze shifting toward her. "HelixCorp controls everything. The longer you run, the tighter their grip becomes."
Ethan's jaw tightened. "And you're offering us what? A way to fight back?"
Dorian's lips curled into a faint smirk, but there was no humor in it.
"I'm offering you an army," he murmured.
Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.
Lena's eyes narrowed. "And who exactly are these people?"
Dorian's expression hardened. "They're what's left of Crowe's original network."
Ethan's pulse quickened.
"Crowe's network?" he murmured softly, his throat dry.
Dorian nodded. "After Crowe disappeared, HelixCorp hunted down everyone connected to his work. But some survived. They went underground. And they've been waiting for the right moment to strike back."
Ethan's mind spun.
"Crowe's network..."
The fragments of Crowe's memories stirred again, whispers of names and faces that Ethan had never met... but somehow knew.
"They've been waiting for the Codex," Ethan murmured, the realization hitting him hard.
Dorian's cybernetic eyes glinted in the dim light.
"And now... they have it," Dorian murmured softly.
Lena's jaw clenched. "And what do they want from us?"
Dorian's expression was unreadable.
"They want what you want," he replied. "To make sure the Codex never falls into the wrong hands."
Ethan's grip on the core tightened.
"And if we say no?"
Dorian's gaze hardened.
"Then HelixCorp wins."
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Abandoned Safehouse – One Hour Later
The safehouse was tucked away deep within the Nexus, hidden beneath layers of old infrastructure and forgotten tech. The air was thick with dust and the faint hum of long-dormant servers echoed softly through the space.
Ethan stood near a rusted workbench, his mind racing as he replayed everything Dorian had told them.
"Crowe's network..." Ethan murmured under his breath, his jaw tight.
Lena stood nearby, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable.
"You don't trust him," Ethan murmured softly, his gaze flicking toward her.
Lena's jaw clenched. "Do you?"
Ethan's silence was answer enough.
"I don't like this," Lena murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Dorian shows up out of nowhere, knows everything about us, and offers us a way out?" Her eyes narrowed. "It's too convenient."
Ethan exhaled slowly, his fingers brushing against the data core.
"I know," he murmured softly. "But if Crowe's network is still out there... if they're really willing to fight..."
Lena's expression softened, but the concern in her eyes didn't fade.
"What if they're not who they say they are?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan's jaw clenched.
"Then we're already too deep to back out," he murmured softly.
Silence settled between them, heavy and unrelenting.
Lena's eyes lingered on his for a moment longer before she finally spoke.
"We need to be careful, Ethan," she murmured, her voice softer now. "We can't afford to trust the wrong people."
Ethan's jaw tightened as Crowe's memories stirred again, feeding him fragments of names, faces, and warnings.
"Trust is a dangerous thing, Ethan."
"And betrayal... comes at a cost."
Ethan's pulse quickened.
"I know," he murmured softly.
But even as he spoke the words, a part of him couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking straight into another trap.
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Dorian's Hideout – Two Hours Later
The hideout was deeper than Ethan had expected—tucked away in a forgotten sector of the Nexus where even HelixCorp's influence barely reached.
Dim lights flickered overhead as Dorian led them into the heart of the underground complex. The air was cool, but the weight of anticipation pressed down on Ethan like a suffocating blanket.
"Here," Dorian murmured softly, stopping near a reinforced door.
Ethan's jaw clenched as Dorian keyed in a sequence on the console, and the door slid open with a soft hiss.
Inside, a vast chamber stretched out before them, filled with rows of data servers, weapon caches, and—
People.
Dozens of them.
Men and women, all clad in reinforced gear, their expressions hard and determined. Some were repairing weapons. Others were reviewing tactical schematics on holo-displays.
But they all had one thing in common.
They were preparing for war.
"Welcome," Dorian murmured softly, his eyes scanning the room.
Ethan's pulse quickened.
"This..." Ethan murmured softly, his throat dry. "This is Crowe's network?"
"Not all of it," Dorian replied, his gaze distant. "But it's what's left."
Lena's jaw clenched as she scanned the room, her instincts screaming at her to stay on guard.
"Who's in charge here?" Lena asked softly, her voice laced with suspicion.
Dorian's lips curled into a faint smirk.
"Technically?" he murmured softly.
He turned, his cybernetic eyes locking onto Ethan's.
"You are."
Ethan's breath caught, his pulse pounding in his ears.
"Me?"
Dorian's expression was unreadable.
"The network was built around Crowe's vision," Dorian murmured softly. "And now... that vision lives in you."
Silence fell over the room, heavy and unrelenting.
Ethan's jaw clenched as the weight of Dorian's words settled over him.
"Crowe's vision..."
"Protect the Codex."
Lena's eyes met Ethan's, and the concern in her gaze spoke volumes.
"We don't have a choice, do we?" she murmured softly.
Ethan's grip on the data core tightened.
"No," Ethan murmured, his jaw clenched.
"Not anymore."
But even as the words left his lips, Ethan couldn't shake the feeling that the storm was only just beginning.
And the choices they made now...
Would determine the fate of Nexara itself.
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