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Clean.
We don’t stop.
No time to confirm.
No time to check.
More movement behind us.
More charges.
More entry points.
“They’re flooding,” Ronan says in my ear.
I don’t answer.
I already know.
We move.
Fast.
Smoke fills the corridor behind us.
Alarms finally kick in—
too late to matter.
Shouting echoes.
Screams—
civilian.
Staff.
Irrelevant now.
I filter everything out.
Except threat.
Except exit.
Except her.
We hit the vehicle bay at a sprint.
Lights flicker overhead.
Half the system is already compromised.
“Time?” I snap.
Ronan’s voice comes through, tight and precise.
“You’ve got sixty seconds before they own the building.”
