Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet.
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Aleman stood rigidly in the dimly lit room, his mind calculating every possible way out of this mess.
Fox leaned against the long metal table, smirking at his silence.
Drakos, arms crossed, observed from a distance like a predator waiting to pounce.
The air was thick with tension, the weight of Derrick's life hanging in the balance.
Fox finally spoke, her tone mocking yet sharp.
"We're not asking for much, Aleman. Just a small favor."
Aleman didn't move.
"What favor?"
Fox's smirk widened.
"We need you to log into Enders Light."
Aleman's fingers twitched slightly.
"And do what?"
Drakos pushed off the wall, his heavy boots thudding against the floor as he stepped closer.
"You'll be meeting with our operatives in the game."
Aleman's heartbeat slowed.
"Your operatives?"
Fox nodded, tilting her head.