Operation: Threads of Connection

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Damain's POV:

After leaving Anya, I was immediately walked out the Carter estate. Why would Anya do this? I didn't care what I had to do, I was going back for her. The guards turned without blinking an eye. As I began making my way out of the entrance, I notice a very small key left on the ground. I picked up the small key, its cool metal pressing into my palm. The intricate design hinted that it wasn't just any ordinary key. My mind raced with possibilities. Could it be a clue? Or perhaps a way back into the estate?

Determined to find out, I slipped the key into my pocket and continued my way out of the entrance. As I reached the main gate, I turned back for one last look at the imposing Carter mansion. Anya's face flashed before my eyes, her expression a mix of desperation and resolve. Whatever she was involved in, I knew it was serious.

The guards paid no attention as I walked down the long driveway. Once I was out of sight, I ducked into a side street and pulled out the key again, examining it more closely. There was a faint engraving on one side: a symbol I didn't recognize but felt strangely familiar.

"Damian?" a voice called out. I turned around to see a very familiar face. Loid Forger.

"I-I'm. so so-ry" I cried out as my knees went out. Mr. Forger quickly ran to me, he proceeded to embrace me in a caring and gently manner.

"Damian, I'm so happy you're safe," Mr. Forger announced happily, I felt hot tears stream down my face as I shook my head. He should he here hugging his daughter... not me

"Mr. Forger, Anya sacrificed herself for me... I'm so sorry, I should've fought harder, it should've been me in there..." I sobbed out. Mr. Forger shook his head as he began standing up, holding out his hand to help me.

"Damian, I am beyond grateful to you for being here and telling me this. Anya's bravery is not in vain, and neither is yours. We'll find a way to get her back," he said with a resolute tone.

I took his hand and stood up, still trembling. The weight of Anya's sacrifice felt heavy on my heart. "But how, Mr. Forger? How can we possibly rescue her?"

Mr. Forger's eyes hardened with determination. "We'll use every resource we have. I won't stop until I have my daughter back"

I reached into my pocket, taking out the key I had found on the floor earlier, perhaps it could be of use to Mr. Forger.

"and I won't stop until I have my girlfriend safe and sound by my side. Mr. Forger, please let me help, I remember my way around the building, I made sure to memorize the corridors,"

Mr. Forger glanced at the key in my hand and then back at me. His gaze softened for a moment, recognizing the resolve in my eyes. He nodded, his voice steady. "We'll need all the help we can get. You know the layout, and that could give us an edge."

He took the key, examining it closely before slipping it into his pocket. "First, we need to gather more information. Any detail could be crucial."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "There's a security room on the third floor. It might have surveillance footage or some sort of control over the building's systems. ."

Mr. Forger's eyes narrowed as he considered the plan. "Good thinking. I'll send Franky and Dr. Wetson to head there first. Stay close and be ready for anything."

Dr. Wetson was free as well? my heart began beating out of my chest once more, Anya was the only one still trapped there, how could I live with myself, I had to do everything in my power to get her out of here.

We moved cautiously through the building, the weight of our mission pressing down on us. Every shadow seemed to hide a potential threat, and the silence was almost suffocating. But with each step, my determination grew.