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Interested.
“That’s what she believes,” he says.
Then to Logan—
“And you?”
Logan doesn’t hesitate.
“Same.”
Something flickers in Sentinel’s expression.
Not doubt.
Adjustment.
Again.
Always adjusting.
“Then let’s test it.”
He moves—
Fast.
Too fast.
Not toward us—
Away.
I track it instantly.
“Left!”
Logan pivots—
Fires—
Misses by inches.
Sentinel disappears behind a secondary wall—
Hidden corridor.
Of course.
“He’s running,” Logan says.
“No,” I correct.
Because I see it now.
The angles.
The layout.
