Kill Process | A Person of Interest Adventure

Ghosts of the Past

The roar of the jet engines hummed through the cabin as John Reese, Sameen Shaw, Root, and Harold Finch hurtled toward Washington, D.C. The mission was clear: infiltrate one of the most secure government facilities in the world and uncover the truth behind the decision that had sparked the war between The Machine and Samaritan. As they neared their destination, the weight of what they were about to do hung over them like a gathering storm.

Reese glanced out the window at the dark clouds gathering on the horizon. This mission wasn't just about stopping Samaritan's latest attack—it was about uncovering the truth that could end this war. But the risks were immense, and deep down, Reese knew they might not all make it out.

Shaw sat across from him, methodically checking her weapons, her face set in a hard mask of determination. Root sat nearby, her usual calm replaced by an intensity that came with knowing they were on the brink of something monumental. Finch, on the other hand, was silent, his mind racing as he reviewed the details of the mission. His hands trembled slightly as he pulled up the data they would need to access the files in the Pentagon's data vault.

"We're approaching D.C.," Reese said, breaking the silence. "We all know the stakes. This isn't just another mission—this is the key to ending everything."

Shaw looked up from her gear, her voice flat. "We get in, we get the files, and we get out. If we're lucky, Samaritan won't even know we're there."

Root smiled faintly. "Luck hasn't exactly been on our side, Shaw. But I'm always up for a challenge."

Finch glanced at them, his face lined with worry. "This facility is one of the most secure in the world. We're not just facing Samaritan's forces—we'll be up against the full force of the U.S. government's defenses. The files we're looking for are classified at the highest level. Even getting close will be a monumental task."

Reese's voice was steady. "We've handled worse. We'll handle this."

Root leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with determination. "The Machine pointed us here for a reason. It's trying to show us something about the past, something we missed. And if we can figure out what that is, we might finally understand how to stop Samaritan."

Shaw cracked her knuckles. "Then let's stop talking about it and get it done."

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The jet touched down just outside Washington, D.C., and the team moved quickly, switching to an unmarked vehicle that would take them closer to the Pentagon. The city was bustling as always, the heart of the nation's power pulsing just beneath the surface. But Reese, Shaw, Root, and Finch were focused on one thing—the data vault buried deep beneath the Pentagon's defenses.

As they approached the perimeter, Finch worked furiously from the back seat, hacking into the security systems to create an entry point. His fingers flew across the keyboard, sweat beading on his forehead as he bypassed layer after layer of security.

"I've managed to disable the external alarms," Finch said, his voice tight with concentration. "But once we're inside, it's a different story. We'll be navigating a maze of surveillance, armed guards, and biometric scanners."

Shaw grinned. "Sounds like fun."

Root glanced at Finch. "And Samaritan? Any sign of its operatives?"

Finch shook his head. "Not yet, but we have to assume it knows we're coming. Samaritan has eyes everywhere. It may be waiting for us to make the first move."

Reese pulled the car to a stop just outside their entry point, a maintenance access tunnel that led into the lower levels of the Pentagon. "Then we don't give it time to react. We move fast, get the files, and get out before Samaritan can mobilize."