The warehouse's dim light cast long shadows, creating an atmosphere thick with tension.
Emily's mind raced, grappling with Hale's unsettling revelation.
"Fabricated memories?" she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. "What are you talking about?"
Hale's gaze remained steady. "You were part of a covert program—Project Phoenix.
Designed to create operatives with implanted identities, ensuring unwavering loyalty and enhanced capabilities."
Emily's pulse quickened. "That's impossible. I remember my childhood, my family..."
"Manufactured memories," Hale interjected. "Implanted to give you a sense of purpose and motivation.
The perfect operative, unaware of their true origin."
Lena stepped forward, her expression a mix of concern and skepticism "How do we know you're not lying?"
Hale sighed "You don't, But deep down, Emily knows something's off Gaps in your memory? Skills you can't explain?"
