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Not a guess.
A certainty.
Everything aligns.
Every move.
Every layer.
Every step we took—
Led here.
“We end it,” I say.
We converge.
No hesitation.
No pause.
Gunfire intensifies behind us, but it’s already too late.
We’re inside the final layer.
The door doesn’t stopus.
Logan hits it first—shoulder, force, precision—
It slams inward.
Darkness.
Controlled.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
I move first.
Left sweep.
Clear.
Logan right.
Clear.
But that silence—
That stillness—
It’s wrong.
“He’s here,” I say.
“I know.”
