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Wren’s messages resumed, text flooding the screen: “The Solace Group uses drivers like you—random, innocent haulers—so there’s no paper trail. You were a mule, Derek.” His stomach dropped. Wren continued: “The package you kept? Prototype Alpha. Most haven’t survived handling. You did. That matters.” Derek’s breath caught. “Survived?” Wren’s final line chilled him: “Your fingerprints activated it. It chose you. And now they want you back—not just the device.”
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