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Of course he is.
I scan one more time.
Lock everything in.
Angles.
Distance.
Timing.
“Three…”
My pulse steadies.
Not faster.
Sharper.
“Two…”
I feel it again.
That edge.
That awareness.
Something still off.
Still not right.
“—one.”
I move.
Fast.
Breaking pattern.
Breaking rhythm.
Breaking everything they’ve been watching—
And this time—
The system reacts.
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Imove—
And the world detonates.
Not in sound.
In response.
