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He did the only thing the training never taught him. He stopped managing and started rescuing.

He picked up the visor, wiped the sweat from his brow, and put it back on.

“I don’t care about your hybrids, Henry,” Aris snapped. “Mia Sorna is still alive in the old compound.”

“...anyone? This is Doctor Mia Sorna, Site B. The storm tore through the aviary. The Quetzalcoatlus are gone. They’re heading for the mainland. I’ve locked myself in the Embryonics Administration. The power is failing. If you’re the new director... please. Don’t build for profit. Build for survival.”

There was only a cracked incubation tank, a single glowing embryo, and a data slate. He picked it up. The message was pre-recorded, timestamped from three years ago—the day the Complete Edition was first theorized.

There was no Dr. Mia Sorna.

The problem was, the NSP wasn't supposed to exist outside of whiteboard diagrams.