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“...they can justify anything.”

Yes.

Now she sees it.

The question is—

Is it too late?

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Ronan

Location: Mobile Command — En Route

Time: Late Afternoon

“It’s live,” I say.

Aaron’s voice is immediate. “What’s live?”

“The list.”

I pull up the incident feed.

Real-time.

No delay.

“No,” I correct myself, voice tightening. “Someone just acted on it.”

The screen fills with red alerts.

Location markers blinking across the map.

“Attempted assassination in Brussels,” I say. “Motorcade hit.”

I expand the feed.

Smoke.

Chaos.

Emergency response already on scene.

“Target survived,” I add. “Barely.”

Aaron closes his eyes.

Just once.

That’s all it takes.

“They’re using the fake output,” he says.

“Yes.”

“And they’re doing it badly.”