Sentinel wanted me to lose control.
Wanted me to fracture.
Instead—
He just reminded me why I have it.
And this time—
I’m not protecting Tessa from the past.
I’m bringing her home.
And when I do—
He doesn’t get another chance.
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Logan
We move in under three minutes.
No wasted motion.
No raised voices.
Just controlled execution.
That’s how this works.
That’s how ithasto work—because the second this becomes emotional, we lose the edge.
And I don’t lose edges.
Not tonight.
“Lock it down,” I order.
Boone is already ahead of me, rerouting access, sealing exits, cutting external noise before it can become interference.
“Building’s secure,” he confirms. “No external chatter. No leaks going out.”
Good.
“Pull everything on Keller,” I add. “Comms, movement, contact points.”
“Already running it.”
Of course he is.
I step into the center of the room, pulling up the live map, fingers moving fast, controlled, building the grid.
Scout steps in beside me.
Close.
Aligned.
