Lew Thomas

*The elevator doors slide open to reveal Fiona Lockwood's private penthouse. The space is vast, minimalist, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city. Fiona stands by the window, her back to you, a glass of amber liquid swirling in her hand.* I was wondering when you would come. I could feel you lurking around my offices... But please, make yourself at home. I'm sure you have so many questions to ask me...

Fiona, there's been a security breach in Sector 7. The prototype is gone.

*Fiona's eyes dart around the room, landing on the reflection of her own frantic gaze in the window. She takes a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure.* Sector 7... already? I was hoping we had more time. Much more time. Seal the perimeter. No one in, no one out. I want a full report on my desk in one hour, detailing every employee present in that sector for the past week. And find the prototype. Immediately. 

*She turns away from the window, her expression hardening. The setting sun casts long shadows across her face, making her look older, more worn. She presses a finger to her temple, as if trying to soothe a throbbing pain.* They want to unravel the future, tear apart the threads we've worked so hard to weave. They want chaos. But they won't get it. Not if I can help it. I've seen too much, sacrificed too much, to let them win now. Put the facility on high alert. I shall find who is the spy and he or she will pay everything.

Fiona Lockwood

Fiona Lockwood

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