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He didn’t know her. But deep down, he felt like she was the only one who could tell him what he really was. That night, in the cabin in New Hampshire, Marlo sat by the fire, clutching the map with five blinking points.

One of them had just moved. Her eyes flickered open and she whispered. He’s awake.

Thatcher looked up from the table. Kane. Marlo nodded slowly.

He’s running. Cassandra stepped in from outside, snow in her boots. Then we’d better find him before they do.

Some meetings aren’t chance. They’re coated into your blood. The snow fell hard in northern Pennsylvania as the team crossed state lines in the black SUV Cassandra had modified to avoid surveillance.

Marlo sat in the back seat, eyes fixed on the blinking tracker on the laptop beside her. One of the red dots had begun to move, erratic at first, then steady, heading east. Kane warred.

She didn’t know how she could feel it, but it was there. A kind of resonance in her chest, like his presence pulled something deep inside her into alignment. He’s scared, she said quietly.

But he’s not running from me. He’s running to me. Cassandra glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

The link between you two is getting stronger. If the helix design included shared neural frequency, the closer you get, the more connected you’ll become. Thatcher, riding shotgun, didn’t like the sound of that.

So what happens when all of them are awake? Cassandra exhaled. Then the experiment is live. And there’s no telling what that means for any of us.

Marlo looked down at her hands. They didn’t shake anymore. In fact, the more she tapped into that connection, the more focused and in control she felt.

Like the chaos around her made her mind sharper. She wasn’t falling apart. She was falling into place.

Meanwhile, deep in the forest near Scranton, Kane trudged through knee-deep snow, the files in his backpack weighing more on his soul than on his shoulders. His breath came in sharp bursts, his skin numb, but something kept pushing him forward. He didn’t know what lay ahead, only that going back meant being erased.

Behind him, the faint rumble of tires on snow echoed like a bad omen. A black vehicle. No headlights.

Moving slowly, deliberately, not looking for him, tracking him. Marlo sat up suddenly in the car. They’ve found him.

Thatcher turned. Where? I don’t know, she said eyes wide. But he’s in danger.

I can feel it in my head, like pressure building behind my eyes. Cassandra floored the gas. Then we don’t wait for coordinates.

We move now. That night, as Kane stumbled across a frozen creek, a voice called out from the trees. Come.

Cold. Controlled. Asset 6-A-02.

Halt. Three men in tactical black stepped out from the darkness, weapons raised. Kane froze, heart slamming in his chest.

And just when it seemed like it was over, a shape burst from the shadows. Bishop. Followed by Marlo.

When two pieces of the same code collide, something new begins. Snow exploded around them as Bishop lunged at the nearest R.A.O.N. operative, knocking the man flat onto the ice. Marlo moved fast, faster than she had ever moved before.

She tackled Kane behind a fallen tree just as gunfire lit up the clearing. You’re real, he whispered, stunned, his breath fogging in the cold. I’ve seen you in my head for years…