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The world disappears into chaos.
We move through it.
Fast.
Low.
Controlled.
A shape lunges through the smoke—grabs her—
I don’t think.
I react.
I break his arm backward and put a round in his chest before he hits the ground.
She doesn’t even stumble.
We’re through.
Outside air slams into us.
Cold.
Sharp.
Real.
“Ronan,” I snap.
“Vehicle left. Thirty seconds before they regroup.”
We run.
No hesitation.
We hit the car—
Doors slam—
Engine roars—
Bullets rip into metal—
Glass shatters—
And then—
We’re moving.
Fast.
Out.
Alive.
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