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The intent behind it.
They shortened the window.
Forced the response.
Watched for movement.
Efficient.
Clean.
Dangerous.
“They’re not reacting to pressure anymore,” he says.
“They’re using it.”
The man exhales slowly.
“That makes them harder to control.”
Sentinel considers that.
Then—
“No.”
A slight tilt of his head.
“It makes them more predictable.”
The man frowns. “How?”
“Because now they believe they’re ahead.”
A beat.
“And belief…”
His voice lowers.
“…is where mistakes begin.”
Silence settles in the room.
He studies the feed again.
The alignment.
The proximity.
The way Carter stays just inside her space—
Not restricting.
Not overwhelming.
Anchoring.
