The faint sound of the sea

Heru moves swiftly after the meeting, his clones by his side like shadows. The corridors of G Island's underground complex are dimly lit, cold, and sterile—perfect for disappearing. Every step is calculated, every movement precise. He never stays in one place for long, and never leaves behind a trail. But tonight, something feels different. He can’t quite place it, but there's a sense in the air—like a predator sensing the moment before it becomes prey.

As Heru exits the building and steps into the cold sea air, he checks his watch. A signal flashes on his device, a coded message from one of his encrypted networks. But the code is wrong—just slightly.

Heru pauses, his mask hiding the sudden tension in his expression.

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Clone A stoic. “Everything is secure, sir. The boat is ready for departure.”

Heru is quiet and distracted. “No, something’s off.”

Clone B checks its surroundings, alert. “Shall we change the extraction point?”