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Alone.
Then I open them again.
Cold.
Focused.
I check my weapon.
One smooth motion.
No wasted movement.
No doubt.
Then I step forward—
And go through that door like the wrath of God.
25
Lark
Location: Interrogation Room
Time: Same
The shift happens before the door opens.
Subtle.
But I feel it.
In the system.
In the room.
In the way the air tightens.
They feel it too.
Good.
The man comes back in.
Faster this time.
Less composed.
That calm mask he wore earlier?
Cracking.
“Something is happening,” he says.
I don’t look at him right away.
I let the moment stretch.
