Chapter 29: Shackled Tension
The outer rings of Sector Twelve stood cold and hollow beneath the murky twilight. Elias adjusted his collar, face wrapped in a worn scarf as he leaned against the damp brick wall, his eyes tracking the building Spike had exited hours earlier. His sharp instincts pulsed in his veins—this was no ordinary GOC substation. There was movement within, subtle shifts, soft echoes. Something was going to happen here.
He made his move under cover of a supply drone overhead, slipping through the utility path. Two guards rounded the corner—too quick.
"Hey! You there!" one barked. "You lost or just stupid? This area's off limits."
Elias exhaled, shifting into character. "Forgive me," he said, eyes calm, accent altered. "I was transferred here on special command. Leader Jack's orders. I was told to deliver a RePlace token for analysis. Top priority."
They hesitated. The name alone carried enough weight. One of them nodded warily. "Fine. Get it done. And fast."
He dipped past the gate. Close one.
Inside the hallway, Elias finally relaxed his jaw. His eyes flicked to the black stone tucked in his glove. RePlace. A subtle skill—imbue an object with mana, then switch places with it when triggered. Dangerous. But effective. He'd used it to pass through the same portal Spike had exited earlier. Now he crouched behind a rusted pipe, eyes fixed on the flickering symbols lining the underground chamber walls.
They were preparing something. A ceremony. And it was tomorrow.
He slid back out into the shadows. Frank didn't have much time left.
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Chains hung loosely around Frank's wrists as he sat cross-legged on the cold floor of his cell. He stared at the dim light above, its flicker syncing with his breath. Across the bars, Bill sat on a crate, arms crossed, gaze down.
"You don't talk much," Bill muttered.
Frank grinned. "You're the one with a chair. Feels like a setup."
Bill cracked a soft chuckle. "You're a weird guy."
"Thanks. I try."
A moment passed. The silence wasn't awkward—it was weighty. Thoughtful.
Bill shifted. "You're not… scared? What's coming, I mean?"
Frank lowered his eyes. "I am."
That caught Bill off guard. "But you act like you're not."
Frank let the silence breathe. Then, "Fear doesn't change what's coming. It's not that I'm brave. I'm just tired. There's nothing left to lose. Not after everything."
Bill's brows pinched. "Family?"
Frank looked at the floor. "Didn't get to say goodbye. My father. Mother. Brother. They deserved better. And I never gave them that. If I get out… maybe I'll get a second chance. But if not…" he shrugged. "Then I hope they're proud, wherever they are."
The weight in the air thickened.
"You ever lose someone like that?" Frank asked softly.
Bill looked down at his boots. "Spike."
Frank tilted his head.
Bill shook his head quickly. "Not like that. She's alive. But… I don't know if she sees me anymore."
"Ah," Frank said. "You love her."
"No," Bill said instinctively.
Frank raised a brow.
"…Okay, yes," Bill admitted, the words dry. "I don't even know when it started. We grew up on the streets. She used to steal bread and give me half. She'd get beat up for stepping in between me and street gangs. She always protected me."
"That's real," Frank said. "But you've never told her."
"She's focused on the mission. On revenge. On control." Bill ran a hand through his hair. "And I'm just the tech guy who follows her orders."
"Tell her after the ceremony," Frank said firmly.
Bill blinked. "Why?"
"Because you never know what happens next," Frank said, eyes heavy. "You think there'll be time. Then suddenly there isn't. If she means that much, don't wait for the world to hand you the perfect moment."
The two sat in quiet understanding, different men from different sides, bonded by loss.
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Somewhere beyond the dim walls, in a sparsely lit room glowing with screens and arcane monitors, Spike sat alone. A tablet flickered before her, showing the live feed of the cell—Frank's words, Bill's hesitations, every sigh, every truth.
She didn't move. Didn't blink.
Only watched.
And the silence in her room was louder than any scream.