Chapter 115: A Hope-Giving Light

" John identified the voice as that of Marcus Stone, the chief of security for Project Mimic, a man whose icy demeanor appeared to equal the steel floor under his feet. "Who… who was that?" John stumbled, his words laced with desperation. "Who did you…" Stone's smile cut a ruthlessly thin line across his face. "Just a poor person who believed they might be a hero. They would be unknown to you. John's voice became strained. He felt the oppressive weight of the unidentified whistleblower's death pressing down on him. Their death had to be for something. He refused to let it pass. "You're not going to get away with this," John said, putting a hint of rebellion in his voice. "The truth will come out eventually." Stone became stern-faced. Well, we'll just take a risk. You're nothing more than an annoyance that can be quickly dealt with. However, your tiny Haven? That's a whole other tale. John felt his heart pounding in his chest. There was a boundary they wouldn't dare cross: threat