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What was that? What does that mean? What was my brother involved in? And with whom?

Before I can even take a step, I hear boots scraping against the metal.

Then a voice.

"Oh, that's rich!" The mocking laugh cuts through the air, sending a chill down my spine.

I'd recognize it anywhere.

Neo.

I lift my gaze toward the sound and spot him perched on top of a shipping container.

He straightens, then cracks his knuckles, already looking forward to whatever violence is about to unfold.

A sigh of relief escapes me, it dies just as quickly. My outfit, my color lenses hides who I am, they don't know it's me.

And I'm alone with their stolen-disappeared shipment.

Well... I wasn't planning on getting killed today.

I also wasn't planning on having my entire fucking past turned upside down.

"Calm down, Neo," another voice cuts in, calmer, deeper, more commanding.

Varek.

He speaks again. "We're taking that little man back to the warehouse."

I am completely, royally fucked.

I spin to run.

A powerful arm snakes around my throat from behind into a chokehold.

My eyes widen, no. Not again.

I twist, trying to break free. The hold only tightens.

I can't breathe.

Fuck.

Panic surges through me, but my body is already going weak.

"Ssshhh..." a warm breath brushes against my ear. "Stop fighting. It'll make it easier."

Ren’s voice.

It’s the only thing I hear before my vision blurs, before the docks dissolve into darkness.

Then—Nothing.

CHAPTER 45

Evren

Angel - Massive Attack