Page 423 of Scars of Fate

My voice.

My retinal pattern.

Kane had stolen that information and registered me six years ago because he believed controlling me meant controlling Lucas.

And controlling Lucas meant controlling Fate.

Lucas took my hand.

“We do this together.”

Twenty seconds.

We placed our palms against the scanners.

The cameras mapped our eyes.

VOICE AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED.

Lucas leaned toward the microphone beside me.

“Every life carries tomorrow.”

I spoke with him.

“Every life carries tomorrow.”

The screen flashed.

AUTHORIZATION ACCEPTED.

Two options appeared.

TEMPORARY CONTAINMENT.

PERMANENT ERASURE.

The timer reached twelve seconds.

Lucas looked at me.

“Permanent.”

“Do it.”

He turned the physical key.

I locked the source-drive lever into place.

A mechanical sound moved beneath the floor.

The chamber in front of us filled with white light.

On the wall, every location connected to Project Fate appeared.

Geneva.

Turkey.