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Aaron
The room holds still.
Not frozen.
Focused.
Everyone is waiting for the same thing—
The play.
One of the Delta Five operators leans forward slightly.
“So what’s the move?”
No ego.
No noise.
Just execution.
Lark turns.
Not to the room.
To me.
And something in that look—
trust, weight, something deeper—
lands harder than anything else in this mission.
“We don’t stop the events,” she says.
For a second—
no one moves.
Because that goes against every instinct in the room.
Against training.
Against logic.
Against everything we do.
I feel the shift ripple through the team.
Then—
“Explain,” I say.
She steps forward.
Closer to the board.
Closer to the problem.
