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“You’re getting closer,” she says.
River glances back briefly.
“How do you know?”
“She’s rerouting internal signals.”
Gage mutters, “Meaning she knows we’re here.”
“Yes.”
They reach the landing.
River raises a hand.
The team freezes.
Through the stairwell door—
Voices.
Boone shifts position slightly in front of Wren.
River counts silently.
Three.
Two.
One.
The door bursts open.
The hallway explodes into motion.
Two armed guards spin around.
Too slow.
River fires first.
Cyclone’s training echoes in every movement.
Clean.
Precise.
Both men drop before they can raise their rifles.
“Move,” River says.
They advance down the corridor.
Glass walls.
Server racks.
Security cameras.
