The Discovery
The next morning, Jack studied the tracker again. Hidden inside was not only a transmitter but a microphone. Connecting it to his laptop, he listened—muffled voices filled the room. Then, one phrase stood out, sharp and chilling: “Tomorrow, we’ll move forward.” His pulse quickened. Move forward with what? This wasn’t ordinary surveillance. Something big was in motion, and Jack knew he was running out of time to figure it out.
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