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I nod once.
“We’ll get her back,” I say.
“I know.”
Her voice is steady.
Certain.
No doubt.
That’s all I need.
We cutthe lights two blocks out.
Engines low.
Movement tight.
Boone’s voice comes through comms.
“Perimeter set. No external movement.”
“Copy,” I reply.
I step out, Scout right behind me.
We move as one.
Always.
The warehouse looms ahead.
Dark.
Still.
Too still.
“Heat signatures?” I ask.
“Minimal,” Russ replies. “One confirmed. Maybe two.”
One.
That’s not right.
Sentinel doesn’t operate alone.
“Decoy?” Boone asks.
“Maybe.”
Or—
He wants us to think that.
I glance at Scout.
