She's not just another test subject.

She's a hidden heir to one of the most powerful criminal empires in existence.

The thought makes me dig deeper, pulling up everything I can find in her file while the firewall breach remains open.

Birth records first — heavily redacted, but I can make out enough to see they're legitimate. DNA profiles that confirm Blackwood lineage. Medical histories that paint a picture of someone whose very existence was carefully concealed from the world.

But why?

Why would a family with that much power hide their own child? And more importantly, why would they allow her to end up in a place like Ravenscroft?

Unless...

Unless they're the ones who put her here.

The possibility sits like ice in my stomach.

We've seen wealthy families dispose of unwanted omega children before, but this is different. The Blackwoods don't just discard assets - everything they do serves a purpose.

Which means Nyx isn't here by accident.

She's here by design.

My eyes scan through more documents, piecing a puzzle I'm not sure I want to solve. Because if I'm right -if this is what I think it is- then we're not just dealing with a standard rescue operation anymore.

We're stepping into the middle of a minefield.

And it’s only a matter of time before the bombs start going off

The timer on my screen shows seven minutes until the operation begins. Seven minutes to decide what to do with this information.

This means this operation is going to be “simple”;our extraction plan assumes we're dealing with a valuable but ultimately expendable test subject. The security response we've prepared for is based on standard facility protocols. None of our contingencies account for the possibility of Blackwood's involvement.

To many challenges are being stacked before us, and if I tell the others, would it stop them from trying?

No.

Yet…if the Blackwoods find out we're attempting to extract their hidden asset...

The thought doesn't bear finishing.

I've seen what happens to people who interfere with Blackwood family matters. It's never quick, clean, and far from forgivable.

But we can't abort the mission.

Her and the remaining three Omegas lives depend on it, and they should be given a chance of survival. Even if it means opening a can of worms that will do anything to lay consequences on them.

My hands hover over the keyboard as I debate my next move. Protocol says I should inform Atlas immediately - this kind of intelligence could fundamentally change our approach.

But something holds me back.

Sometimes knowing too much about a target can be as dangerous as knowing too little. It can make you hesitate when you need to act, make you second-guess decisions that should be automatic.

And tonight, we can't afford hesitation.

Instead, I focus on downloading everything I can while the breach remains open. Birth records, medical files, test results - anything that might help us understand who we're really dealing with.

The security breach begins to close, and Ravenscroft's systems automatically heal themselves. I work faster, grabbing final pieces of data before my window of opportunity slams shut.