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Once.
Sharp.
I lock it down immediately.
He watches me.
Waiting for the reaction.
He gets nothing.
“You don’t know where he is,” I say.
He smiles again.
Too fast this time.
“We always know where everyone is.”
Lie.
I hear it.
In the timing.
In the way he recovers the smile instead of holding it.
He doesn’t know.
He’s guessing.
Good.
I lower my gaze—not in submission.
In calculation.
Cuffs.
Table.
Screen.
Glass.
Observers.
Angles.
Time.
And I start building a way out of here.
Aaron
Two guards down.
Quiet.
