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And suddenly—
this isn’t an evacuation.
It’s a race.
65
Aaron
Location: Secure Facility — Internal
They don’t come through the doors.
They don’t need to.
The first charge hits—
low.
Directional.
Controlled.
The wall in front of us blows inward—
not chaos—
precision.
Three operators come through the breach.
Fast.
Coordinated.
Weapons already up.
Too slow.
I fire twice.
First drops before his boots hit the ground.
Second pivots—
gone before he can adjust.
The third—
good.
Faster than the others.
He almost gets a shot off.
Almost.
Ronan takes him.
