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“Wait—”
“No.”
Because I’ve heard that tone before.
That cadence.
That controlled calm that isn’t calm at all.
That’s command.
Mila
He’s right.
I hate that he’s right.
The drone sparks again—
Then—
A voice cuts through.
Clearer now.
No distortion.
No static.
“Interesting.”
My entire body goes still.
Because that voice?
I know that voice.
“…Director Ford,” I whisper.
Silence stretches for half a second.
Then—
A quiet, almost amused response.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to recognize me.”
My blood runs cold.
Jase
Yeah.
That’s not good.
Not even close.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Ford continues calmly.
