Location: Tavara – Classified Biological Facility, Ravenwatch Sector
In the dead of night, beneath layers of reinforced earth and encrypted signals, Project Echofall was awakened.
A sleek, sterile laboratory hummed with eerie precision. Cryogenic pods released a fine mist as they powered down. Inside them—bio-engineered operatives—human shells modified to resist surveillance, immune to identification, and programmed to carry only one directive: destabilization.
The woman in crimson stood behind the observation glass. Her obsidian mask lay on the table beside her, revealing only a fragment of her sharp jawline.
"Echofall will strike the heart before the body even reacts," she said to the technicians around her. "Tavara won't know what hit it."
In the center of the chamber, a glowing map projected multiple target sites—Kane Global HQ, Nora's International Medical Research Center, and Tavaran State Archives.
"Launch Protocol Prime in ten hours. Let the silence begin," she ordered.
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Location: Kane Global HQ – Top Floor War Room
Victor's eyes burned with intensity as holograms flickered before him. Communications intercepts, satellite images, foreign intelligence briefings—everything pointed to a single conclusion: an engineered operation was in motion.
"They've activated something," said General Kael, his former battlefield ally. "Biochemical. Clean. Quiet. Deliberate."
"How long do we have?" Victor asked, pacing.
Kael hesitated. "Twelve hours before we start seeing unexplained events—systems collapsing, key personnel vanishing, communications blocked. Maybe less."
Nora entered, her expression composed but alert. "I've traced two shipments of rare biochemical components intercepted last week. I thought they were black-market leftovers. Now I'm certain—it's part of Echofall."
Victor turned to her. "We go dark. Full protocol lockdown. Secure all labs, activate Blackcell units, and inform only those we trust."
"And the public?" Kael asked.
Victor's voice was steel. "We don't panic them. We protect them. Quietly."
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Location: Tavaran Airspace – Private Jet
Joseph Gumo, injured but alive, was being flown to a secure facility. He had survived the convoy ambush—but barely.
Beside him, Linda Okello reviewed encrypted files retrieved from a defector's drive. "You were right," she said. "The Inner Circle doesn't just want power. They want to rewrite Tavara from the roots. Politically, economically, even genetically."
Joseph coughed, his voice hoarse. "Then it's not just Victor's war. It's ours. All of us."
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Location: Nora's Medical Research Center – Isolation Wing
Nora walked into a sealed vault. In her hands, she carried a code-black sample taken from one of the intercepts. Her instincts screamed it wasn't of modern origin. The molecular structure was... ancient.
She whispered to herself, "This isn't just science. This is something older—something engineered through time."
Suddenly, one of her trusted scientists ran in, pale.
"Dr. Nora, the sensors picked up radiation signatures from the Royal Tombs of Old Tavara. Someone opened them."
Her breath caught. "Then we're not just fighting men… we're fighting legacies."