Chapter 13
Director Sterling whirled around from the master console, his face pale with sudden, unadulterated panic as Thomas grabbed him by the collar of his expensive wool suit, slamming him hard against the cold metal casing of the flight computer. The holographic countdown timer on the main display flashed a chilling warning: T-MINUS 120 SECONDS TO LAUNCH SEQUENCE COMPLETION. The rhythmic thrum of the subterranean fuel pumps vibrated through the floorboards, shaking the entire control bay with raw, unbridled kinetic energy.
"Turn it off, Sterling," Thomas growled, his voice a low, terrifying whisper that left no room for negotiation. "Abort the launch sequence right now, or I swear I'll drag you out onto the tarmac and let you watch the hull disintegrate yourself." Sterling struggled weakly against Thomas's iron grip, his arrogant demeanor completely shattered by the sudden collapse of his elaborate conspiracy. He reached out with a trembling fin
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