Revelation

Darkness pressed against her senses, thick and suffocating.

Tricia's breath came in shallow bursts, her pulse erratic as she strained against the restraints. Somewhere in the black void, she could hear Kieran Voss moving, his footsteps calculated, his presence an oppressive force in the room.

Then, a click.

The screens illuminated again, flooding the space with a sterile glow.

Tricia's own face stared back at her. A dozen versions of herself. Some identical. Others… not.

The files bore different names, different test codes, but the truth was unmistakable.

She wasn't just one experiment.

She was one of many.

Voss's voice cut through the silence. "You weren't the first, Tricia. You were just the one that worked, dont feel special."

She shook her head, refusing to believe it. "

He ignored her, gesturing toward the screens. "Project S.O.L.A.C.E. wasn't about enhancing soldiers. That was just a cover. It was about something far more ambitious. The creation of a perfect operative. A mind without weakness. A body without limits."

Voss stepped closer, his expression unreadable. "The first prototypes failed. Their minds couldn't hold up to the conditioning. Their bodies broke down. But you… you were different."

Tricia felt dizzy, nausea rising. "What are you saying?"

Voss exhaled, almost as if he pitied her. "That the person you think you are, the memories, the emotions, the identity, " He leaned in. "They were never yours to begin with."

Her past, every fragmented memory, every moment she had fought to reclaim, a fabrication? She knew all along, but living in denial felt better.

Tricia's throat tightened. "You're lying."

Voss arched a brow. "Am I?"

Another file appeared on the screen.

SUBJECT: T-02

NAME: MAYA HENDRICKS

Tricia froze.

Maya.

But below Maya's name, there was something else.

GENETIC ORIGIN: MATCH-T-01

Tricia's blood ran cold.

A match.

Her stomach lurched as the realization struck her like a bullet.

Maya wasn't just another subject.

Maya was her genetic template.

The face she saw in the mirror every day, it wasn't hers. It had never been.

Her breath caught in her throat. "No…"

Voss watched her, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Now you understand.

The walls felt like they were closing in.

Tricia's hands trembled, but deep inside, something shifted.

Rage.

She had spent her life being hunted, manipulated, used as a weapon for a war she didn't even understand.

They had erased Maya. They had erased her.

No more.

Tricia lifted her gaze, cold and unwavering. "If that's true, then you made a mistake."

Voss's smirk faltered slightly. "Oh?"

Tricia leaned forward. "You should have killed me when you had the chance."

Then, in a single movement, she yanked her restrained hands upward. The tension snapped, the lock she had been working loose finally giving way.

Before Voss could react, she was already moving.