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I don’t take my eyes off the drone.
“They’re listening.”
18
Jase
Location: Forest — Drone Crash Site
Time: Continuous
Idon’t move.
Not right away.
Because that voice?
That wasn’t random.
That wasn’t automated.
That was—
Live.
“Asset confirmed.”
The words replay in my head.
Cold.
Precise.
Targeted.
Mila’s already moving—fast, controlled—toward the wreckage.
“Don’t,” I snap.
She ignores me.
Of course she does.
Mila
I need to see it.
I need to understand what we’re dealing with.
Because that voice?
That changes everything.
I crouch beside the shattered drone, carefully brushing aside scorched metal and exposed wiring.
It’s not completely dead.
That’s the problem.
