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To force.
To keep us—
Apart.
I push up, scanning, recalculating—
“Logan!”
Logan
I’ve got eyes on her—
Not clear—
Not safe—
But alive.
Always alive.
I move—
And the second I do—
Another shot hits near my feet.
Warning.
Not random.
Directed.
They’re controlling my movement.
Herding.
“Stay where you are!” I snap.
Scout
“No!”
Because that’s what he wants.
Distance.
Confusion.
Break in alignment.
I move anyway—
And that’s when I feel it.
That shift.
That realization.
