Nrx_sasha Paige, Sofa Weber, Mensia Francis, Me... -

Sasha didn't blink. "Then we don't use the front door. Mensia, how’s the perimeter?"

The fluorescent lights of the NRX simulation lab hummed with a low, electric anxiety. Sasha Paige stood at the center of the room, her eyes fixed on the holographic interface. Beside her, Sofa Weber was already deep in the code, his fingers dancing across a virtual keyboard with a speed that defied logic. Mensia Francis leaned against the heavy steel door, arms crossed, her sharp gaze scanning the monitors for any sign of a breach. NRX_Sasha Paige, Sofa Weber, Mensia Francis, Me...

"They're cycling the encryption," Sofa muttered, his voice tight. "Three minutes until the mainframe locks us out for good." Sasha didn't blink

"We didn't come here for a way out," I reminded her. "We came here for the truth." Sasha Paige stood at the center of the

Sasha caught my arm. Her expression was a mix of warning and unwavering trust. "If you plug in now, the feedback loop will hit you before the upload finishes. You won’t have a way out."

Sofa hit the final sequence, and the room turned a deep, warning crimson. "Now!" he shouted.

We were a unit, a glitch in the corporate machine, and tonight was the night we took it all back.