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“Let’s make sure the bridge is safe,” she whispered, more to herself than to anyone else.

Lockdown Protocol Initiated – All external access denied – Bio‑Shield Engaged. A bright flash of blue light shot up from the mountain, a beacon that would be seen for miles—a signal that the bridge had been built, and that the guardians were watching. Back in the data center, the terminal displayed a final line:

Selene’s voice, faint but steady, entered the channel: Mara looked at Jax, his eyes reflecting the suit’s blue glow. ABW-146-JAVHD-TODAY-0923202102-30-59 Min

Jax clapped a hand on her shoulder.

The clock ticked down.

Mara’s fingers danced across the keys, injecting a custom encryption routine— DivShield 4.0 —designed to bind the suit’s AI to the Division’s secure servers. The countdown hit . The suit’s blue glow flared, and the exoskeleton seemed to inhale, expanding like a living thing.

She tapped a command, and the terminal began a silent breach into the satellite link, rerouting the data stream directly into the suit’s firmware. The suit’s HUD lit up, showing a series of code fragments: NeuralSync v1.0— AdaptiveShield— BioHeal . “Let’s make sure the bridge is safe,” she

“Too many,” she replied. “If we take the suit, we’ll trigger the failsafe. If we leave it, the suit’s activation could be compromised, and whatever Selene’s trying to achieve could be hijacked by someone else. We have one minute—enough to insert a back‑door, enough to lock it down.”

ABW-146-JAVHD-TODAY-0923202102-30-59 Min It was a message that had haunted every operative in the Division for the past two years—an encrypted call sign, a time stamp, and a countdown. No one knew who—or what—had sent it, but the pattern was unmistakable: a thirty‑second window, exactly fifty‑nine minutes from the moment the code appeared, before whatever lay behind the signal would be triggered. Mara Ortega stared at the code, her eyes narrowing behind the reflection of the monitor. She had spent twelve years in cyber‑intelligence, decoding the chatter of terrorist cells, corporate espionage rings, and rogue AI. This was different. The prefix ABW matched a classified project she had helped design— Artificial Bio‑Weave —a nanotech fabric meant to repair tissue at the cellular level. 146 was the project’s prototype number, the one that never left the lab because its activation sequence was never completed. Back in the data center, the terminal displayed