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“We shift timing in three,” I say under my breath.
Her head tilts just slightly.
Understanding immediate.
“Three what?” she asks.
“Minutes.”
A beat.
“Not five like Boone said.”
Her eyes flick to mine.
There it is.
Connection.
Alignment.
Trust.
“You’re testing the response,” she says.
“Yes.”
A small pause.
“Then we watch who reacts.”
Exactly.
Boone doesn’t look at us, but I see it in the set of his shoulders.
He heard.
He’s adjusting.
Good.
The room continues like nothing’s changed.
Like everything is still running on the same rhythm.
But it’s not.
Not anymore.
We’ve shifted it.
Quietly.
Deliberately.
Now—
We wait.
