Logan
“There,” Boone breathes.
I’m already moving.
The spike isn’t loud—but it’shuman. Too clean to be environmental. Too controlled to be failure.
“He touched her,” Russ says.
“Yes,” I reply. “And she let him.”
That’s the miscalculation.
Sentinel believes pain buys obedience.
What it actually buys—
Is permission.
“Execute Phase One,” I order. “Silent breach. No ripple.”
We ghost in through infrastructure Sentinel believes is dead—old maintenance arteries, legacy vents, blind systems never meant to run at the same time.
Scout showed me where the seams were.
I just had to pull.
We move like shadows slipping between heartbeats.
No gunfire.
No shouting.
No warnings.
Sentinel is watching histheater.
Not his walls.
I feel it when we cross the threshold.
That shift in the air.
We’re inside now.
“Eyes on internal routing,” Boone whispers. “He’s concentrating assets around her location.”
“Good,” I murmur. “That leaves the spine exposed.”
We slide deeper.
Every step timed to his blind spots.
Every breath measured.
Scout is holding.
So am I.
