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Jase
She doesn’t seeit yet.
Not fully.
But she will.
Because what she just did?
That wasn’t survival.
That was control.
That was power.
That was choice.
And I’ve never been more sure of anything than I am of this—
“They picked the wrong target,” I say.
A faint smile touches her lips.
Dangerous.
Beautiful.
“Yeah,” she says softly.
“They did.”
Gunfire erupts again.
Louder.
Closer.
More desperate.
They’re losing control.
And they know it.
Good.
Let them feel it.
22
Mila
Location: Ravine — Close Quarters Combat
Time: Continuous
The silence doesn’t last.
It never does.
