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Subject: [Contingency Protocol Activated – Immediate Action Required]
Dear Katuya,
If you are reading this, the fail-safe measures I implemented have been engaged. My biometric authentication has not registered an override, signifying the termination of my vital functions. Consequently, this transmission has been auto-disseminated to you as the designated custodian of my final directive.
My research into the dormant gene complex—and its unprecedented capability to enable all twenty operative functions—has attracted the scrutiny of entities operating both within and beyond our jurisdiction. I have long feared that the culmination of my work would become a fulcrum for power struggles beyond ethical containment.
That moment is now upon us.
You must act with urgency and discretion. My paramount directive: the jar located on the upper shelf of my office must not be exposed to unauthorized contact under any circumstances. It is a volatile biological construct, one whose potential ramifications surpass conventional containment protocols.
I have pre-established a Class-IV secure containment facility precisely 3.7 miles northeast of the Center, constructed explicitly for this exigency. The designated holding chamber—equipped with phase-dampening arrays and bio-neutralization fields—has been pre-programmed for its storage.
Escort the jar there immediately.
Upon entry, you will locate classified dossiers housed within the third-tier filing cabinets, detailing critical procedural data for neutralization measures. These documents are to be referenced only within the confines of the facility to mitigate data exposure.
To facilitate access, I have appended an encrypted file containing the exact coordinates and access overrides. Retrieve it via the secured link:
sftp://XXXPROC@secure-server.com/home/WONK/files/file.pdf
Under no circumstances should this information be disseminated to unauthorized personnel. The artifact's potency is a beacon to adversaries—particularly those within The Board and the PSA, as well as potential defectors from within my own network. Trust no one outside of the Mashita Clan. Any deviation from these directives could precipitate catastrophic consequences.
This communiqué is programmed to initiate a total systems purge five minutes post-access.
Secure all requisite data immediately.
I extend my deepest regrets for the burden I now place upon you, yet my trust in your resolve remains unwavering. The legacy of my life's work now rests in your hands. May you possess the fortitude to withstand what lies ahead.
With my final hopes and unwavering faith,
Dr. Wonk
[END OF TRANSMISSION – AUTO-TERMINATION ENGAGED]
The screen rattled her more than she was willing to admit. She had thought he was gone—his final moments, the aftermath of the fire, the hurried decisions.
But she had never expected this.
The email was precise, the subject line simple, yet the weight of the words felt suffocating.
Her eyes hovered over the screen, trembling slightly, as if the device itself could bite back. A hundred questions flooded her mind, each more urgent than the last. Why was all this happening? What had Wonk left behind? Why her? Was she supposed to get Kamiwaii involved?
The room felt colder. The faint hum of the air conditioning seemed to grow louder, almost mocking her as she stared at the screen. Katuya took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. But the more she studied the email, the heavier his words became, pushing down on her.
She glanced back toward the door, half-expecting someone to walk in, half-expecting the truth to come crashing down. But there was nothing. Only silence. And the terrifying certainty that she was caught in something far bigger than she could handle. Something Wonk had set into motion before his death, something now staring her in the face.
Her pulse raced, and the unanswered questions gnawed at her. She had to act fast, but she wasn't sure what came next. And with every tick of the clock, the mystery grew darker, more dangerous. Her focus suddenly shifted to the jar, its presence a constant reminder of something terrible waiting to be uncovered. Her eye began to twitch, fighting the urge to look away, to forget it was even sitting there.
Whatever was inside could change everything—or destroy everyone.
With shaking hands, she carefully scooted the forsaken jar out of reach—out of sight—even more terrified of the contents inside. The noise of students in the hallway, the footsteps echoing down the corridor, felt miles away.
What did Wonk know?
What is his plan—his final, cryptic gesture before the end...or the beginning?
Her mind raced, replaying the days just before the fire. The incident with the boys, the information she learned about Kamiwaiia—the PSA.
Maybe this wasn't just about Wonk.
Maybe this was bigger than she ever imagined. She had never thought of herself being apart of anything like this—never wanted to be. But it was happening, regardless of her will. Her breath quickened as she began to scan the room, her eyes darting to the corners. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
Her eyes shifting back to the jar.
But her thoughts were interrupted by the soft creak of the door. She blinked, snapped out of the haze, and looked up just as a student limped in, his face bruised and battered. His shirt was torn, and there was blood staining the sleeve. He was dragging himself forward, his movements slow and labored, as if every step took effort.
"Nurse Katuya," he muttered, his voice weak and strained. "I... need help."
Katuya quickly stood, her mind shifting gears in an instant. Her attention now fully on the student in front of her.
"What happened?" she asked, moving toward him.
His face twisted in pain, but he tried to force a half-smile. "Function training... it went bad. They pushed me too far today. I wasn't ready, but they made me finish anyway."
Katuya helped him steady himself, her hands shaking slightly, not from fear, but from the rush of adrenaline. The world outside this room, the jar, the lingering words from Wonk—all of it felt distant now. In this moment, the only thing that mattered was the student in front of her, bleeding and battered.
"Let's get you patched up," she said, her voice more steady than she felt. But even as she guided him to a seat, her mind couldn't fully escape the feeling that whatever was happening here was just the beginning.
[SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE COMPLETE]
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