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“He thinks he’s predicting us,” I continue.
“Let’s see what happens when he’s wrong.”
A slow breath leaves her.
Not fear.
Focus.
“That gives us a window,” she says.
“Yes.”
“And if the leak reacts—”
“We catch it.”
Simple.
Clean.
Effective.
Scout studies me for a second longer.
Then—
A small nod.
“Okay.”
That word again.
But this time—
It’s not about us.
It’s about the fight.
I step back slightly, giving her space to move, to think, to stay present without pressure.
But I don’t go far.
I won’t.
Not now.
Not when I know exactly what’s coming next.
Because Sentinel made a move.
Quiet.
Precise.
Personal.
And now—
