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“No.”
A beat.
“He’ll make us come to him.”
And that?
That’s when it clicks.
For both of us.
At the same time.
Scout’s eyes sharpen.
“Location,” she says.
“Yeah.”
“He already has it.”
“Yeah.”
Silence stretches between us—but it’s not empty.
It’s loaded.
Because now we’re not waiting anymore.
Now we’re hunting.
“We don’t wait for the hit,” Scout says.
“No.”
“We find him first.”
“Yes.”
Another step closer.
No space left now.
No distance.
“Together,” she says.
I don’t hesitate.
“Always.”
And this time—
It’s not just a promise.
It’s a strategy.
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