A while ago.
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The compound was silent, but Thomas felt the weight of a thousand unseen eyes. He moved through the darkened halls, his footsteps light and his breaths steady. Outside, the cool night air carried the distant hum of guards on patrol, their voices low, unaware of the traitor in their midst.
His fingers moved over the keyboard in the security room, lines of code flashing on the screen. He disabled key sniper nests, small changes in the system that would create crucial blind spots. Just enough to make a difference—but not enough to raise suspicion. A few seconds here, a flicker in the power grid there.
A soft buzz filled his ear. The radio. He pressed it closer.
“Sector three clear,” a guard reported.
Thomas adjusted his stance, his voice calm. “Copy that. Keep ey
