Story 1275: Betrayal on Camera

Rain fell sideways as they reached the outskirts of Old Gravis City, its towers long reduced to skeletal frames and flickering neon ghosts. Juno, Shade, and H-13 took shelter beneath the collapsed canopy of a former security broadcast station—Station AX-6, its walls tagged with graffiti like warnings from the dead.

H-13 scanned the doors. “Still sealed. But interior power registers minimal. Might be salvageable.”

Shade kicked in the emergency access panel, and the steel door groaned open. Inside, the air was thick with mildew and static. Broken monitors lined the walls, their screens frozen on looping images—decades-old news, riots, classified VIREX feeds.

But one screen caught Juno’s attention.

A red blinking icon:

LIVE FEED ARCHIVE — LAST ACTIVE: 72 HOURS AGO

TAGGED: SUBJECT JUNO

Her blood ran cold.

She activated the console. The screen flickered… then displayed grainy footage.