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→ The Holloway Residence 2nd Floor – September 22, 2028 – 10:47 PM

'They're coming...'

A few spirits wandering in the background was nothing new, however the whispered voice drew her attention when she suddenly realized there were at least a dozen gathered into her room now. She hadn't seen so many of them since that first night, and this was the first time she had ever heard one speak directly to her. Normally they seemed so lost and out of touch. She had even tried speaking to them before. Most ignored her entirely. On the rare occasion one acknowledged her, all she received in return was a silent stare. That alone made her involuntarily swallow before catching the flash of car lights outside.

She jumped from her chair and peeked through the curtains of her window. Her first thoughts were FBI - but that was just a byproduct of movies and an automatic reaction. She knew who the DDA were of course and what they did. She had done her best to stay hidden, explicitly because her father had told her to do so - he was so adamant about it in fact that it almost scared her. Paul was never what Asteria would consider to be a warm father, but in that moment he seemed genuinely frightened for her, so she had decided to take the warning with all the seriousness it deserved. She had covered every digital trail she knew how to erase, routing her searches through VPNs, hidden networks, and security measures she had designed herself. Somehow though, she was still found.

"Fuck..." she said quietly before darting to her laptop and closing it with a loud snap. She quickly adjusted her lamplight to face her bed and pulled out a bag she had pre-prepared for a situation like this... like she somehow knew this would happen one day. It wasn't simply her father's warnings that had prompted her to pack the bag weeks ago. Somewhere deep inside, she'd known this night would come. She couldn't explain the certainty - only that every instinct she'd learned to trust insisted she be ready. Regardless, it was already packed and she quickly unplugged her computer and stuffed it all inside before slowly and carefully opening her window. She somehow knew leaving this way and jumping off the east end of the pent roof would land her in the right spot to slip past the agents. And there was no time to question the whys or hows.

→ The Holloway Residence 1st Floor – September 22, 2028 – 10:48 PM

Grumbling, the man told the other person on the line to hold on a second, explaining there was someone at the door. He had an uneasy feeling of getting a visitor this late, but walked towards the door regardless and peeked through the spyhole. A frown formed across his lips as he recognized who was at his door before shouting, "give me one moment!" He briskly walked back to the phone and told the person on the other line, "they're here. I'll try and stall them, but..." He hummed lightly as the other person spoke and just nodded his head before hanging up.

"Protect our daughter, please..." he whispered under his breath, like a quiet prayer before making his way back to the door and opening it. Years of board meetings and negotiations had taught him how to wear a convincing mask. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, adopting the weary expression of a man whose evening had been interrupted. "Yes? How can I help you gentlemen today?"
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