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Him.
Still alive.
Still moving.
Still a problem.
“Escalation.”
“How far?”
Now—
for the first time—
there’s something colder in his voice.
Not calculation.
Not strategy.
Intent.
“We stop being careful.”
Silence.
Then—
“What does that mean?”
The man’s answer is immediate.
Absolute.
“It means we stop trying to contain the story…”
A beat.
And then—
“We end it.”
67
Ronan
Location: Mobile Command — Moving
“They’re coordinating globally,” I say. “Multiple teams. Real money.”
“They’re not trying to win,” Lark says quietly. “They’re trying to erase.”
“Yes,” I agree. “Which means…”
“They’re scared,” Aaron finishes.
I nod.
