“Welcome to phase two.”
51
Scout
Silence hits harder than the gunfire.
Because gunfire is simple.
Direction. Intent. Response.
Silence?
Silence means something is about to happen.
I stay low where I landed, one knee in the dirt, one hand braced, eyes scanning everything at once—terrain, angles, distance, elevation.
Logan.
He’s still there.
Not where I want him.
Not where he should be.
But alive.
That’s what matters.
That’s what I hold onto.
“You adapted well.”
Sentinel’s voice still lingers in the air, echoing just enough to make it feel like he’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
I ignore it.
Not the words.
The intent behind them.
Distraction.
Control.
He wants a reaction.
He doesn’t get one.
I shift slightly, recalculating the space between me and Logan.
Too open.
Too exposed.
And now—
Structured.
