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She’s already watching the structure.
Reading it.
Feeling it.
“He’s inside,” she says quietly.
“Yeah.”
“Waiting.”
I nod once.
“He wants us to come to him.”
“Yes.”
A beat.
“We do it anyway.”
Her eyes flick to mine.
Not hesitation.
Understanding.
“Together,” she says.
“Always.”
I signal Boone.
“Breach on my mark.”
The team shifts.
Positions lock.
Weapons up.
Everything narrows.
Focus.
Control.
Execution.
I take one last look at the door.
Then at Scout.
She’s ready.
Steady.
Unbreakable.
