?<strong>Chapter 686:</strong>


    Meanwhile, Allison had already slipped out of the conference room, leaving everything meticulously untouched, just as Verruckt had left it moments earlier.


    But as soon as Verruckt pushed the door open and strode inside, he headed straight for the control panel. His sharp eyes immediately honed in on therge server, almost as if something about it had called out to him, just like it had before. The room was deathly quiet. Verruckt reached out and brushed his fingers along the surface of the server.


    “This spot usually collects dust,” he murmured, his voice like a whisper from the underworld. “But now it’s suspiciously spotless.”


    Meanwhile, Jareth,pletely unaware of what had just transpired, rushed into the room. “Mr. Shaw, the programmers have traced the virus. It’sing from inside our system. They say it’ll take at least ten minutes to restore everything.” He braced himself, expecting to face his boss’s fury, but Verruckt remained surprisingly calm, his focus already elsewhere.


    “Forget the system for now. Let them handle it. You’reing with me; we’ve got an intruder to track down,” Verruckt ordered. Although confused, Jareth quickly nodded. “Understood, sir.”


    Watching through the surveince feed, Gordon ryed the update to Allison. “The boss just left the conference room.”


    “Copy that,” Allison responded, her voice steady despite the urgency. She was already navigating the narrow and oppressive corridors lined with observation rooms where test subjects were held. Earlier, she had grabbed a discardedb coat from an unattended workstation.


    With all the chaos erupting around her, she blended in seamlessly, walking with the confident stride of someone who belonged there. Every second counted. Time was slipping away faster than she liked.


    As she passed each room, she scanned the experiment data sheets pinned to the doors, her eyes darting across the scribbled notes. She was searching for the records that aligned with the fragmented memories she had been chasing for so long.


    Inside thebs, the junior researchers were frantically trying to stabilize the malfunctioning screens.


    “First the ckout, then an explosion, and now a system breach. What else can go wrong today?” one of them grumbled.


    “No time to whine. We need to get this mess under control. Mr. Shaw is losing it,” another muttered under his breath.


    “And it’s all because of that damn subject 75. Always going frantic and causing mayhem,” someone else added with a hint of fear.


    Their voices faded into the background noise as Allison continued her search, slipping through the chaos unnoticed. Finally, she found the room for Subject 75, the one she had been looking for.


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