Aris grabbed his phone. Before he could dial, a second notification arrived. This one was a single audio file, titled QUACKPREP.RG_VOICE.
Somewhere in the dark, a very patient, very silent armada of decoys waited. And in a control room far from the river, a hand hovered over a single key labeled quackprep.rg
Aris leaned closer. The duck’s beak was slightly open. And inside the beak, barely visible, was a test tube wrapped in lead foil. Aris grabbed his phone
The duck’s beak opened wide—not to quack, but to whisper the beginning of the end. titled QUACKPREP.RG_VOICE. Somewhere in the dark