Something niggled at me, growing in my mind. I felt a sudden swell of anxiety, then one of pure fear blossom in my chest. I stumbled back from the controls, gasping for air, unsure what was happening. A small light came on, indicating a heat source in the building. Ignoring the crippling agony in my chest, I checked the cameras, shocked to see a person in the building. I zoomed in, terror dripping from my throat as I focused on the face of the woman sitting on a chair in the middle of an empty building.
Sofia. My Sofia.
How had she gotten there? What was going on?
I pressed the kill switch, horrified when nothing happened. “Get out!” I shouted, pressing it again. “Sofia, my love, get out!”
She stared at the camera, shaking her head. I saw she was tied to the chair, helpless.
She was trapped high in the building, and I couldn’t get to her.
I began to scream her name, desperately hitting the control keys, trying sequence after sequence to stop the explosives from detonating. She looked at me, her lips moving.
“I love you,” she said.
Then the explosions started, and the screen went black. I fell backward, the pain of the moment overwhelming and intense. It felt as if I had been blown apart in that building with her.
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