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“Eyes on. Two at the front. One roaming. Salazar not on site yet.”
“Copy.”
I kill my engine behind a low concrete wall and watch.
The cab stops.
Violet steps out.
Small. Alone.
She pays the driver. Doesn’t hesitate.
Good girl.
The cab pulls away.
Two men at the gate watch her approach.
One speaks.
She nods.
Hands visible.
They pat her down lightly.
My teeth grind.
I don’t move.
They wave her inside.
Door shuts.
My jaw tightens.
“Inside front office,” Ghost murmurs. “Cameras active. Back gate has two. Side door clear for now.”
Havoc’s voice comes through.
“Positioned.”
Tank.
“Rear.”
Sin.
“North fence.”
Viper.
“Roof access. You’re welcome.”
Ghost.
“Watching feeds.”
