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“This isn’t just a grid,” I say quietly.
A beat.
“It’s reactive.”
Silence.
Then—
“Explain.”
I look back at the path I just took.
The way nothing triggered.
The way the sniper didn’t fire.
The way everything is—
Waiting.
“It’s not responding to us moving,” I say.
A breath.
“It’s responding to how we move.”
That lands.
Heavy.
Understanding.
“They’re studying adaptation in real time,” Logan says.
“Yes.”
“And adjusting.”
“Yes.”
Which means every step we take—
Teaches them.
Feeds them.
Refines the trap.
I exhale slowly.
“Then we stop being predictable,” Logan says.
My eyes lift.
Find him.
Even from here, I can see it in him.
