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Like war.
Silence falls over the team.
Heavy.
Deadly.
Then—
something inside me snaps.
I surge to my feet.
“No.”
The word isn’t denial.
It’s a promise.
My voice drops.
Low.
Cold.
Lethal.
“They don’t get to keep her.”
The team straightens.
Every single one of them.
Because they hear it.
This isn’t a mission anymore.
This is personal.
I look out into the darkness.
Toward wherever they took her.
“They just started a war.”
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Mila
Location: Unknown — Holding Facility
Time: Unknown
Pain comes first.
Not sharp.
Not sudden.
