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The chandelier hummed. The neural dampener activated.

It landed without a sound. Small. Hooded. When the hood fell back, Marcus felt his breath seize. vixi rafi hq

But nothing happened. The girl smiled.

“Or,” countered Agent Marcus Cole, “they’re tired. Running alone for a decade. Maybe they want out.” The chandelier hummed

The message was short: “The vault under the old opera house. Midnight. Bring the Vixi file.” “It’s a trap,” said Commander Helene, pacing the war room. “Rafi doesn’t surface unless they want blood.” ” countered Agent Marcus Cole