I want to become a killer

The ride to Chicago was long and silent. We stayed off the main roads, zigzagging through back alleys and smaller highways, trying to make sure no one was tailing us. Cipher was glued to his laptop the entire time, eyes darting over data streams and surveillance footage, making sure our path remained clear. Alan, usually quiet and brooding, looked even more on edge than usual. His hands fidgeted with a pen, tapping it nervously against his knee.

Mara, as always, was focused, her expression unreadable. She sat in the backseat, lost in thought, preparing herself for the next phase of the plan. I couldn't help but wonder how much of this she was already thinking through, how much she was holding back.

As we neared the outskirts of Chicago, Cipher closed his laptop and glanced at us. "We're close. The conference is being held at a high-rise downtown. Security's going to be tight, but we have a window. The whole event will be covered by cameras, but there's a 10-minute window when we can slip inside, disrupt the surveillance, and get to her."

"Do you think she'll really cooperate?" Alan asked, his voice tight. "What if she sees us as a threat?"

"She won't have a choice," Mara replied. "We're offering her an escape—her way out of Zenith's grasp. If she's been trying to expose them, she's already in danger. And we can make sure she survives, but she has to trust us first."

I could feel the weight of the decision pressing down on me. The plan was dangerous, but it wasn't just about taking down Zenith anymore. It was about survival.

When we arrived, the towering glass structure loomed ahead of us, surrounded by security checkpoints and a cluster of luxury cars. The high-rise was a fortress, built to impress. This was no small-time conference—it was a gathering of the most powerful people in the industry, all of them hiding behind carefully crafted facades.

We parked a few blocks away and moved swiftly through the streets. Cipher had already hacked into the building's network, ensuring that we had access to certain parts of the system. We couldn't afford to slip up—not now.

I adjusted the collar of my jacket and checked my gear. Every part of this had to be seamless. One mistake, and it would all come crashing down.

"We're in," Cipher said, his voice low, as he tapped away on his phone. "I've set the loop. The cameras will show nothing for the next ten minutes."

"Then let's move," Mara said, her tone sharp, like a predator about to pounce.

We slipped into the building, blending with the crowd, using the throngs of people as cover. Most of the attendees were in suits, with little attention paid to the few others in less formal attire. The conference was in full swing, speeches echoing through the halls, but we had a single objective: get to Lisbeth Kane.

The security was tighter than we expected. A few guards were stationed at strategic points, their eyes scanning every face. We kept our heads down, our movements quick but careful. Cipher led the way, mapping out the layout as he went, until we reached a narrow hallway near the back of the conference floor.

"Room 405," he whispered, pointing to a door at the end of the corridor. "Lisbeth should be inside."

We approached cautiously, making sure no one was watching. As we reached the door, I took a deep breath. This was the moment.

Mara nodded to me. I reached for the handle and turned it slowly. The door creaked open just enough for us to slip inside without making a sound.

The room was small, a stark contrast to the lavish conference hall. A few chairs, a desk, and a tall window that looked out over the city skyline. Dr. Lisbeth Kane was sitting at the desk, her back to the door, reading through a stack of papers.

We didn't say a word at first. She didn't react, almost as if she already knew we were coming.

"I knew you'd find me eventually," she said, her voice calm, almost tired. She turned around, revealing sharp eyes and a face that looked like it had seen too much. She wasn't surprised. She was resigned.

"How did you—?" I began, but she cut me off.

"I've been watching you for days. I knew something was off about your group, but I didn't expect you to come straight to me." She stood up, her posture confident despite the weariness in her face. "I'm not afraid of Zenith. But I'm also not stupid. I know they'll come after me eventually. I just didn't think it would be this soon."

"We're not here to hurt you," Mara said, stepping forward. "We need your help, Dr. Kane. You're the key to stopping them."

Lisbeth's eyes flickered with something like recognition. "Stop them?" She shook her head, a grim smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You have no idea what you're up against. Zenith is everywhere. It's not just about their empire; it's about everything they control. They've already won."

"No," I said, stepping forward. "We're going to make sure they don't. But we need you to help us. We can expose them, break them down piece by piece, but only if you trust us."

For a long moment, Lisbeth studied us, her eyes calculating, as if weighing our words. Finally, she sighed, sitting back down in her chair.

"Alright," she said quietly. "I'll help you. But only if you promise me one thing."

"What's that?" Mara asked.

"Make them pay. For everything they've done."

And in that moment, I realized this wasn't just about survival anymore. This was personal.

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