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Almost.
His head tilts slightly.
“Logan closed the gap,” he continues.
That’s the problem.
That’s always been the problem.
Individually—they’re exceptional.
Together—
“They correct each other,” the man says quietly.
Sentinel finally glances at him.
“Yes.”
A beat.
“That’s why this works.”
Because correction requires time.
And time—
Is what he just took away.
The screen shifts.
Another angle.
The open window.
The empty room.
The phone.
Placed exactly where it needed to be.
“They’ll follow,” the man says.
Sentinel’s expression doesn’t change.
“They already are.”
Because there was never another option.
Not for them.
Not now.
Not after what they’ve become.
His gaze lingers on the image for one second longer.
Then—
