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Secret Recording

The next morning, Jack examined the tracker again and discovered a small microphone embedded inside. Shocked, he plugged it into his computer, replaying its recordings. Faint voices crackled through the speakers—conversations he didn’t recognize. But one phrase stood out: “Tomorrow, we’ll move forward.” Jack froze. Move forward with what? The implications were chilling. This wasn’t just about surveillance; something bigger was unfolding, and he was running out of time to stop it.
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