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Protocol?
Irrelevant.
This is about one thing.
Getting her back.
Alive.
Ethan steps closer.
Low voice.
“If we’re wrong—”
“We’re not,” I cut in.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Because I know her.
And I know this.
She’s still fighting.
Even now.
Especially now.
I grab my weapon.
Check it once.
Then again.
Because this?
This matters.
More than anything.
I turn toward the door.
The team falling in behind me.
And for a split second—
everything goes quiet.
Because I see her.
Not here.
Not real.
But in my head.
