Is He Still Human?

The Hanoi Escape—Mei Ling’s Forces Close In. The underground data vault beneath Hanoi. The air is thick with dust and flickering emergency lights. Alarms wail through the chamber, casting pulsing red glows over the endless rows of aging servers and strange, organic-looking data cores.

A piercing klaxon. Red warning lights. Footsteps in the distance.

Bintang slammed a drive into Eka’s hands. “Copy everything. Now.”

Eka’s fingers flew over the keyboard, her expression tense. “Almost there—just keep them off me for sixty seconds.”

Clarissa’s voice cut in, sharp and low. “We don’t have sixty.”

She gestured at the security feed on her tablet. Black-clad enforcers—Yun Feng’s best—moving fast through the tunnels, their formation precise.

Kiran exhaled sharply, adjusting her earpiece. “We’re not fighting our way out of this.”

Gunfire echoed. Close.

Bintang turned to Kiran, his jaw tightening. “Then we find another way.”