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Time compresses.
But my mind—
My mind is too clear.
I see it again.
The door.
Unlocked.
The cable.
Cut.
Too clean.
Too fast.
You should have stayed in the box.
My jaw tightens.
They took her—
Because I left.
That thought hits like a blade.
I don’t get that mistake twice.
“Eyes up,” Ronan says. “We’ve got a thermal ghost ahead. Could be them. Could be noise.”
“It’s them.”
“How do you know?”
I don’t hesitate.
“Because they still think they’re in control.”
Silence.
Then Ronan, quieter now:
“Yeah,” he says. “That’s about to change.”
I push the bike harder.
Faster.
The engine howls beneath me as the city gives way to shadows and steel.
Freight yards.
Dark.
Layered.
