The coordinates led to an abandoned server farm on the edge of the Industrial District. Elias grabbed his coat and his service weapon, though he suspected lead wouldn't do much against whatever took Sarah. As he stepped out into the rain, his phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: "Extracting the truth is a violation of TDA protocol. Delete the archive, Elias. While you still exist."
Inside was a single video file and a string of encrypted coordinates. He hit play. The footage was grainy, a dashcam view from a cruiser dated three nights ago—the night Officer Sarah Miller vanished. In the video, Sarah’s car pulled over a black sedan with tinted windows. She walked to the driver’s side, but before she could speak, the sedan’s rear door slid open. A flash of blue light, a hum that vibrated through Elias’s speakers, and Sarah was gone. Not pulled into the car, but simply erased from the frame. tdapolice.rar
Elias leaned back, the blue light of the monitor reflecting in his weary eyes. The TDA wasn't a police agency; they were the cleaners, the ones who managed "anomalies" in the city's digital infrastructure. If they had a file on Sarah, she wasn't just a missing person. She was a glitch they were trying to patch. The coordinates led to an abandoned server farm
He ignored it. He wasn't just a cop tonight; he was a man looking for his partner. If the world was a simulation and Sarah had been deleted, he’d find the backup or crash the whole system trying. A text from an unknown number: "Extracting the