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Just for a second.
Because now—
I have what I need.
Layout.
Numbers.
Timing.
And one more thing.
A slow breath leaves me.
“He’s coming,” I whisper.
Not hope.
Certainty.
My eyes open again.
Sharp now.
Focused.
And this time?
I start planning how to break out—
before he even gets here.
30
Jase
Location: Safehouse — Undisclosed
Time: 04:18
The room is quiet.
Too quiet.
Screens glow in the darkness.
Maps.
Satellite feeds.
Thermal sweeps.
All of it pointing to one thing.
Nothing.
“She’s off-grid,” Ethan says.
