Chapter 41 Xen
Bandwidth Prioritization: Realigned.
Sensor Array: Calibrated.
Threat Matrix: Active.
The timeline had moved up, and so must he.
Xen rerouted all available cores to tactical escalation and descended three floors into the sub-basement of HQ, where Lung stood halfway through an isometric workout.
He was the only one off-comms—mid-rep, with chains wrapped around his wrists and a barbell across his back the weight of a small car.
“Is it time?” he asked, dropping the barbell the second he saw Xen.
“Yes,” Xen informed him. “Bring all of your guns.”
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