Chapter 5 Broken Deceipt

Olivia's lungs copied as she ran, her architect impact points since a long time ago disposed of for exposed feet. She was being pulled along as they crashed through the brush by Ethan's tightly held hand. The sound of pursuit had blurred, yet neither of them thought for even a second to dial back.

"Here," Ethan painted, going unexpectedly to one side. They broke through a group of bushes and came face-to-face with a sheer rock face. Briefly, Olivia thought they'd run out of road, however at that point Ethan's free hand connected, squeezing against an apparently irregular spot on the rough surface.

Shockingly, a segment of the stone face slid open, uncovering a dim way. " Speedy," Ethan encouraged, guiding her inside. When they entered, the secret entryway slid shut behind them, dividing them into murkiness.

Olivia began, "Ethan, what-," but he shushed her and listened intently. After a couple of tense minutes, he lost something.

"I think we lost them," he said, his voice reverberating in the limited space. A delicate blue shine unexpectedly enlightened the entry as Ethan initiated a board on the mass of some sort or another. " Welcome to one of Blackwood Tech's crisis dugouts."

Olivia gazed at him, a combination of wonder and outrage twirling in her chest. " You have secret shelters in the forest? Ethan, is there anything else you'd like to say to me? Some other momentous insider facts you've been keeping?"

Ethan had the beauty to look timid. " Please accept my apologies, Liv. I realize I have a great deal of making sense of what to do."

"You're damn correct you do," Olivia snapped. " Beginning with who on earth was taking shots at us!"

Ethan moaned, running a hand through his rumpled hair. " I can't be sure, however I have my doubts. Come on, we'll be more agreeable in the principal room."

He drove her down the entry to a shockingly very much selected living region. Smooth furnishings, cutting edge tech, and, surprisingly, a little kitchenette occupied the space. Olivia sank onto an extravagant couch, her adrenaline crash leaving her inclination feeble and temperamental.

Ethan busied himself at the kitchenette, returning minutes after the fact with two steaming mugs. " Here," he said, giving one to Olivia. " It's simply tea, however it'll help."

As the warmth permeated her body, Olivia took a cautious sip. Begin talking," she said, fixing Ethan with a harsh look.

He gestured, subsiding into a rocker opposite her. " Individuals after us... I accept they're associated with TechDyne. Liv, they are not just our rivals. They're risky. I believe they're the ones who took Venture Prometheus."

"And they're willing to pay a high price for it?" Olivia asked, her voice scarcely over a murmur.

"It's something other than an artificial intelligence, Olivia," Ethan expressed, inclining forward eagerly. " In the right hands, Prometheus could alter the world. It could exert control over it in the wrong hands."

Olivia's psyche hustled, pieces beginning to make sense. " For this reason you brought me back, right? Not really for some work, but rather in light of the fact that you really wanted assistance."

Ethan gestured, a flash of culpability crossing his elements. " Yes. Be that as it may, in addition to any assistance. Your assistance explicitly."

"Why me?" Olivia requested. " I'm not a tech master or a corporate covert operative. What might I at some point conceivably offer that your multitude of virtuosos at Blackwood Tech can't?"

Ethan's look dropped to his hands, and when he talked, his voice was delicate. " As a result of your dad, Liv."

The words hit Olivia like an actual blow. " My... father? What does he have to do with this?"

"Your dad's organization, Culmination Enterprises... it wasn't simply a tech startup. It was a front for an exceptionally grouped government project. a project that laid the groundwork for Prometheus in the long run."

The room was spinning, Olivia felt. That is incomprehensible. My dad was a financial specialist, not some mysterious government specialist."

"He was both," Ethan said delicately. " What's more, he abandoned an inheritance that could be the way to halting TechDyne. A heritage no one but you can get to."

Tears stung Olivia's eyes as long periods of recollections reshaped themselves considering this new data. " Is that why you left?" she asked, her voice breaking. " Was this the reason you left all those years ago?

Ethan's appearance folded. " Liv, no. God, no. I left since I was youthful and dumb and frightened of the amount I adored you. When I understood my slip-up, it was past the point of no return. You were gone, and I... I hurled myself entirely into the work. Into Prometheus."

And Sophia, too? Olivia couldn't prevent herself from inquiring.

Ethan's jaw held. " A business game plan. Her dad is in the leading group of TechDyne. In order to safeguard Prometheus, the engagement was intended to gather information. In any case, things got... convoluted."

Olivia giggled harshly. " Complicated. That is a single word for it."

A loud beeping sound filled the room before Ethan could respond. He bounced up, racing to a workstation in the corner. " He muttered, "Shit," as his fingers flew across the keyboard.

"What is it?" Olivia asked, moving to go along with him.

Ethan said, his voice tight with tension, "Someone is trying to access the mainframe at Blackwood Tech." They will have everything if they achieve success. Prometheus, however, is the entirety of our different undertakings, our whole foundation."

"Can you halt it?"

"Frustration was evident in every line of Ethan's body, as he shook his head. Not right now. We want to return to the workplace."

As though on signal, Olivia's telephone hummed. She hauled it out, her heart dashing as she read the message:

"I know reality with regards to your dad. Meet me at the old Culmination Businesses working in one hour assuming you need replies. Come alone. - J"

Olivia's hold is fixed on her telephone. Jackson. In all the confusion, she'd nearly overlooked his mysterious message before.

"Ethan," she said gradually, "I figured I could know somebody who can help us. Yet, I really want to go alone."

Ethan's head gobbled up, his eyes locking onto hers. " By no means. It's excessively hazardous."

"You brought me into this since you wanted my assistance," Olivia countered. " So let me help. Trust me, similar to what you said you did."

Briefly, Ethan was quiet, struggling clear all over. He finally nodded. Okay. Yet, guarantee me you'll watch out. Furthermore, take this." He squeezed a little gadget into her hand. " It's a signal for an emergency response. If anything turns out badly, press it, and I'll track you down."

Olivia gestured, slipping the gadget into her pocket. As she went to leave, Ethan got her arm, pulling her nearby.

"Liv," he said delicately, his eyes looking through hers. " My previous statement, about why I left... it wasn't every bit of relevant information. There's more going on behind the scenes. At the point when this is finished, I guarantee I'll let you know everything."

Between the need to remain and demand answers and the urgency of her mission, Olivia's heart pounded in her chest. Eventually, common sense won out.

"I'll hold you to that," she said, her voice scarcely over a murmur.

Olivia couldn't shake the feeling that she was walking into something much bigger and more dangerous than she could have imagined as she emerged from the bunker and returned to the waning afternoon light. Be that as it may, with her dad's inheritance, Ethan's future, and conceivably the destiny of the world in limbo, she realized she had no real option except to own it.

One thing was certain, regardless of the responses she received at the former Summit Industries building: nothing could at any point be the equivalent once more.