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That wasn’t logistics.
That was strategy.
They want separation.
They want distance.
They want a story where I stand alone.
They don’t get that.
Not really.
The vehicle slows.
Then stops.
Doors open.
Voices.
More cameras.
More eyes.
I step out on my own.
Head up.
Shoulders steady.
Not because I’m unafraid—
But because fear is what they’re waiting for.
Inside, the station is colder.
Quieter.
Controlled in a different way.
They move me into a room.
White walls.
Table.
Chair.
Recording equipment already active.
No introductions.
No delay.
The questions come immediately.
Fast.
