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Two stationary—pretending to be bored.
They’re not.
“Professional,” I murmur.
“Inside is hotter,” Ronan says. “Too much interference for clean thermal.”
“Meaning she’s there.”
“Yes.”
That’s all I need.
I check my weapon.
Then I check my breathing.
Slow.
Even.
Controlled.
No room for anger.
No room for anything except execution.
“Ronan,” I say quietly, “if this goes loud—”
“It won’t,” he cuts in. “But if it does, I’m already arranging a very bad day for everyone inside that building.”
Good.
I shift my stance.
Pick my first target.
Move.
No hesitation.
No noise.
Just intent.
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Lark
Location: Interior — Unknown Facility
Time: Same
The room is white.
Not clean.
White is for contrast.
