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The notification pinged again.

Westane grabbed his kit. Sealed bag, chemical neutralizer, portable incinerator. Routine meant someone had died where they shouldn’t have. Not in a medbay. Not in a cryo-pod. Somewhere messy. Somewhere private . The Company -v5.12.0 Public- -Westane-

Behind him, Dr. Thorne’s body twitched. Silver threads unspooled from her fingertips, reaching for the wall, the floor, the light fixtures. Becoming part of The Company. The notification pinged again

Westane wiped his palm on his jumpsuit and pressed it to the reader. The screen blinked green. reaching for the wall

The notification pinged not with a chime, but with a soft, final thud — the sound of a sealed bulkhead.