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“Push left!” I order. “We break through!”
Boone moves immediately.
The team shifts.
Tight.
Precise.
We carve a path through the chaos, movement controlled even under fire.
I keep Scout in my peripheral.
Always.
She’s holding.
Even now.
Even here.
No hesitation.
No fracture.
Just—
Focus.
We reach the exit.
Almost clear—
When something shifts again.
Not outside.
Inside.
Scout goes still.
Just for a second.
I feel it.
Not see it.
Feel it.
“Logan—”
Her voice is quiet.
Wrong.
I turn.
And that’s when I see it.
