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I scan the space.
Small.
Concrete walls.
No windows.
One way in.
One way out.
No escape if they stack the entrance.
Perfect.
I turn back to her.
“We hold here for a minute. Let them spread out.”
“And then?”
“We break through before they close the net.”
She studies me.
Like she’s measuring the odds.
Like she already knows what they are.
Not great.
Her gaze drops briefly—
To my hand.
Still holding hers.
I let go.
Slow.
Intentional.
Something shifts in her expression.
I don’t name it.
Don’t have time to.
A gust of wind pushes through the cracks in the structure.
Cold air floods the room.
Mila shivers.
Small.
Subtle.
