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Desperate Plan
Wren’s words appeared again, sharp and urgent: “You need to get out. Now. Take the device and the drive. Find a safe place to regroup.” Derek’s chest tightened as he slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing too loud in the room. His pulse raced with raw panic. He turned toward the others, his voice trembling but firm. “We have to move. Right now.” The decision was no longer optional—it was survival.
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