Chapter 12: Face to Face.

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Chapter 12: Face to Face

The armored bike roared through the desolate streets, the hum of the engine vibrating against the empty buildings as they sped toward Sector Nine. Sierra's mind raced as she gripped the handlebars, the city's ruins blurring around her. Fifteen minutes. The countdown had begun.

Beside her, Knox kept his eyes forward, silent, but she could feel the tension radiating off him. He was thinking about the same thing she was. About the person waiting for them at the old comms bunker. The one who held the trigger.

The one who controlled her fate.

Sierra's stomach twisted. What would they say when they met? Would the man even speak? Or would it all be over in an instant?

The bike veered left, cutting through an alleyway lined with cracked pavement and graffiti-covered walls. The comms bunker wasn't far now. The signal on the tracker was growing stronger, and with every pulse, the weight on her chest grew heavier.

Knox reached into his jacket, pulling out a small device—a portable scanner. His fingers moved quickly as he tapped a few buttons.

"We're getting close," he said, his voice steady despite the situation.

Sierra could only nod, her heart hammering in her chest. She'd been prepared for this moment since the beginning. But now that it was here, everything felt too real. Too close.

The bunker came into view. It was hidden beneath layers of rubble, the entrance barely noticeable unless you knew where to look. The once proud structure, now a broken shell of its former self, sat like a tomb waiting for its visitors.

Knox slowed the bike, coming to a stop a few meters away from the entrance.

"This is it," he said, his voice tight. "Stay sharp."

Sierra stepped off the bike, her legs feeling unsteady beneath her. She adjusted the suppressor on her wrist, its dark glow reminding her that time was running out.

"Knox," she said, her voice low. "If something goes wrong…"

He turned to face her, his eyes unwavering. "I'll make sure it doesn't."

But Sierra knew better. Things rarely went as planned. And in this world, wrong could happen in an instant.

The two of them approached the bunker cautiously, moving like shadows through the remains of the city. The cold air bit at Sierra's skin as they reached the entrance, the heavy door barely hanging on its hinges.

Inside, darkness enveloped them.

Knox pulled out a flashlight, casting its beam across the narrow, forgotten hallway. The walls were lined with old security monitors and abandoned equipment, covered in dust.

Sierra's breath caught in her throat as they moved deeper into the bunker. Every step felt like it was echoing in the silence.

Then, a figure appeared in the distance, a dark silhouette emerging from the shadows.

Sierra froze. The man with the trigger.

He stepped forward, his face hidden in the dim light, but the cold aura around him was unmistakable. The weight of his presence pressed down on them like a storm about to break.

"You've come," he said, his voice low and smooth, like a snake's hiss. "I wondered how long it would take."

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The man stepped closer, his movements deliberate, each step calculated. His face remained in the shadows, just out of reach of the flashlight's beam. Sierra could feel her pulse quicken as the silence between them thickened.

"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She needed answers. She needed to know why he had done this to her—why they had turned her into a weapon.

He chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the cold, barren walls. "You still don't know, do you?"

Sierra's hands clenched into fists. "What did you do to me?"

The man stepped into the light, revealing a face she hadn't expected. His features were sharp, calculated, and yet strangely familiar. His eyes, dark and cold, locked onto hers.

"You were always meant for this," he said. "You were built for this. You were created to carry the Protocol. To be the key to its activation."

Sierra's breath caught. "No. I wasn't. I... I didn't ask for this."

The man tilted his head, as if contemplating her words. "None of us ever ask for the roles we play, Sierra. But some roles are inevitable." He stepped forward, his gaze never leaving hers. "You're the one they've been waiting for. The Protocol's power is in your mind. And now... now you're ready to be triggered."

Sierra took a step back, her heart pounding harder in her chest. "You won't get away with this."

He smiled, a cold, predatory smile. "Oh, but I already have. The Protocol has already begun. It's just a matter of time before you're activated. And when that happens, you won't remember any of this. You'll only know what you were created to do."

Knox stepped forward, his hand resting on the weapon at his side. "We're not leaving here without you, and we're not letting the Protocol take control."

The man's eyes flicked toward Knox, and for the first time, there was a flicker of uncertainty. He studied them both, then sighed, as if disappointed.

"You really don't understand, do you?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "This isn't just about control. It's about survival. The world needs this. The Protocol is the only way forward."

Sierra took another step back, trying to gather her thoughts, trying to process what he was saying. But it was all too much, too complicated. Too twisted.

"Then why do you need me?" she demanded. "Why me? Why not anyone else?"

He let out a soft, almost regretful laugh. "Because you were born for this. There's no one else who can carry the Protocol. Only you."

For a long moment, Sierra stood frozen, the weight of his words sinking in. She was part of something bigger than herself, something she never chose. And now, she had to face the person who had orchestrated it all.

And with every passing second, the pressure of the countdown—of her time running out—grew heavier.

Knox's hand tightened on the weapon at his side, his gaze flicking between Sierra and the man. "We can end this now," he said, his voice low.

The man shook his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You think you can stop it? You think you can stop me?"

Before either of them could react, the bunker's lights flickered. A sudden hum filled the air, like an electrical pulse racing through the walls.

The man's smile widened. "It's already started."

Sierra's heart dropped into her stomach. She felt the familiar pull in her mind—the cold, invasive presence of the Protocol. It was here.

And it was coming for her.