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Air leaves him in a broken sound.
His body goes slack.
Done.
Security floods the room seconds later—too loud, too reactive, too late to matter.
Always too late.
I rise, scanning—
Counting.
Angles.
Threat vectors.
Then I find her.
Lark.
She’s standing exactly where she was.
But she’s not there anymore.
Her face is white.
Still.
Too still.
“You okay?” I ask, stepping toward her.
She nods.
But her eyes aren’t on me.
They’re on the screens.
And then—
The room changes.
Sound drops out.
Movement slows.
Because every screen—
Every single one—
flickers.
Overrides.
And then the message appears.
Black background.
