Rawalpindi Safehouse — 4:00 AM
(12 hours after Haider's capture / 3 hours after the file arrived)
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Zara hadn't slept in twenty-one hours.
Neither had the file on her tablet.
Case_File_Alpha_Prism.pdf glowed in the darkness of her corner like a patient predator. The blue light cut across her face, sharpening the exhaustion in her eyes. She had read the document seven times. Each reading didn't shock her anymore. It refined the damage. Precise. Surgical.
Her parents weren't collateral damage.
They weren't victims of a tragic separatist attack in Quetta.
They were terminated.
Protocol 7-Delta. Classification: Liability Cleanse.
The phrasing was immaculate. Clean. Bureaucratically elegant. It almost made murder sound responsible.
Major Rehman had discovered unauthorized financial conduits — state funds rerouted through humanitarian shells into militant infrastructures. It wasn't corruption. It was architecture. Designed. Approved. Protected.
Dr. Aliya Rehman had helped him compile the proof. Digital ledgers. Cross-referenced transfers. Witness logs. She believed documentation created accountability. That truth, when organized properly, became untouchable.
They refused to sign the sequestration order. They refused reassignment. They refused silence.
So they were erased.
The file detailed it without emotion.
"Collateral narrative constructed."
"Incident framed as regional insurgent activity."
"Dependent subject psychologically viable."
"Recommend integration into developmental operations program."
Dependent subject.
Zara closed her eyes briefly.
That was her.
She had not been rescued from tragedy.
She had been harvested from it.
A "high-utility asset."
"Controllable trauma-drive."
"Exceptional adaptability under stress."
Her grief wasn't an obstacle.
It was a feature.
Her love for her parents was not sacred.
It was leverage.
She locked the tablet and placed it face down.
Still, the light felt like it was burning through the surface.
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Across the room, Kaisar sat upright on a wooden chair pulled too close to the wall. Boots still on. Jacket still zipped. His posture was military even in exhaustion. A man who did not allow himself softness because softness invited mistakes.
His gaze drifted toward her.
Then away.
He sensed the shift. Zara had always carried loss like armor — fitted, controlled, invisible. Now something in that structure had fractured.
He stood slowly and approached halfway.
"You want tea?" he asked.
It was the safest sentence he could offer.
"No."
Her voice wasn't cold. It was absent.
He studied her face. Searching for anger. For accusation. For collapse.
He found none.
That unsettled him more.
He stepped back.
Push her now, and she would retreat behind steel.
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At 5:17 AM, Riz's voice cut through the stillness.
"I found it."
His tone carried something tighter than fatigue.
Everyone gathered near the plastic folding table serving as their command station.
On the primary screen:
AD-MINERVA-1 | ACCESS GRANTED
TIMESTAMP: [REDACTED]
CLEARANCE: OMEGA-BLACK
"It accessed Haider's sealed archives after his transfer," Riz said. "System-level authentication."
"Minerva," Sana murmured. "Roman goddess of strategy."
"And intelligence," Zoran added quietly.
"And evaluation," Kaisar finished.
Riz nodded. "It's not a person. It's an oversight protocol. Autonomous. Deep-layer architecture. It doesn't execute missions. It assesses them."
"And us," Zoran said.
Riz zoomed into a secondary layer.
Behavioral metrics. Operational deviation charts. Risk probability assessments.
"It classifies personnel," Riz continued. "Asset viability. Stability thresholds. Replacement cost."
Zara felt the word threshold echo against her ribs.
Before anyone could speak further, every screen in the room flickered.
No power drop.
No interference.
Just permission being exercised.
Green text populated every monitor simultaneously.
AUDIT CYCLE: PHANTOM_LEGACY — INITIATED.
ASSETS: FIVE (5). STATUS: ACTIVE / NON-COMPLIANT.
EVALUATION VECTOR: FIELD + PSYCHOLOGICAL.
NEXT PHASE: LIVE ASSESSMENT.
COMMENCING.
The text vanished.
Systems returned to baseline.
Silence pressed in.
"They're not breaching," Riz whispered.
"They're observing," Sana corrected.
"They're benchmarking," Kaisar said.
Zoran adjusted the strap on his shoulder holster.
"Against what?"
No one answered.
Because they all understood.
Against replacement.
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Kaisar's encrypted phone vibrated sharply against the table.
Blocked number.
Geo-tag: ISLAMABAD — MINISTRY BLOCK.
He answered on speaker.
The voice that filled the room was calm. Digitally smoothed. Genderless. Efficient.
"Unit Lead Kaisar Qureshi. Priority Alpha advisory. An asset recovery team has been dispatched to your last confirmed coordinates at Margalla Hills. Objective: secure all project materials and personnel. You are advised to remain stationary and comply. Estimated arrival time: eight minutes."
The line ended.
No threat.
No hostility.
Just procedure.
"They don't have this location," Zoran said.
"Not yet," Riz replied.
Zara stood.
"We move."
Her tone was clear again. Operational.
"Riz, full burn. No staged breadcrumbs. No traps. Clean exit."
He hesitated briefly. "All data?"
"All non-essential."
"Sana, mobile kits only. Zoran, rooftop thermal sweep."
They moved instantly.
Controlled. Silent.
Efficient.
Kaisar remained still for a fraction longer.
"You saw something in that file," he said quietly.
Zara met his gaze.
Three heartbeats.
Long enough to acknowledge truth without surrendering it.
"Not now," she said.
He nodded once.
Acknowledgment accepted.
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As Riz initiated the wipe, he froze.
"Wait."
Everyone paused.
"There's a subroutine attached to the audit cycle."
He magnified the code string.
FIELD VECTOR: PSYCHOLOGICAL.
STIMULUS RESPONSE TRACKING: ACTIVE.
"They triggered something," Sana said slowly.
Zara felt her pulse steady instead of spike.
The file.
Alpha Prism.
It hadn't been exposure.
It had been calibration.
"They're not testing combat efficiency," Kaisar said.
"They're testing fracture points," Riz finished.
Zoran looked toward Zara briefly.
Not accusing.
Just aware.
Zara slipped the tablet into her jacket.
Her pain had been activated intentionally.
Measured.
Observed.
Her reaction logged somewhere in a system that did not blink.
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They exited into the grey wash of dawn.
The street appeared normal.
Laundry swayed gently from a balcony.
A delivery motorbike passed without slowing.
Too normal.
Zoran scanned rooftops automatically.
No glint of optics.
No visible surveillance van.
But this was not Haider's world anymore.
This was systemic.
As they reached the vehicle, Zara's phone vibrated again.
No preview.
No notification banner.
Just a silent pulse.
She didn't open it.
She didn't need to.
The message wasn't for information.
It was confirmation.
Loose ends didn't stay loose.
They were cataloged.
Measured.
Resolved.
As the engine turned over and the safehouse shrank in the rearview mirror, sunlight began spilling across the city.
Ordinary morning.
Invisible audit.
Somewhere within a secured infrastructure cluster, an automated process updated its log.
SUBJECT RESPONSE: CONTROLLED.
EMOTIONAL SURGE: SUPPRESSED.
RESILIENCE INDEX: HIGH.
ESCALATION THRESHOLD: APPROVED.
Phase Two initiated.
And this time, the system would not announce itself again.
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