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Clean.
Subtle.
Intentional.
“They moved early,” the man beside him says.
Sentinel exhales slowly.
“Yes.”
A pause.
“They weren’t supposed to.”
“No.”
The room stills.
Because now—
This isn’t observation anymore.
This is interaction.
“They’re testing the line,” the man says carefully.
Sentinel doesn’t respond immediately.
He leans back slightly, fingers steepled, eyes narrowing just enough to show the shift.
Not anger.
Never anger.
Recognition.
“They felt it,” he murmurs.
A beat.
“And instead of withdrawing…”
His gaze sharpens.
“They pushed.”
That changes everything.
Because now—
Scout Fallon isn’t just resisting.
She’s adapting in real time.
And Carter—
He’s leading it.
