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Fast.
Silent.
Lethal.
Jason and Lance take the rear. Cal and Jonah flank. Ronan stays high, overwatch locked in.
I hit the side entrance hard.
Door gives.
We breach.
Mila
The hallway stretchesin both directions.
Too many doors.
Too many unknowns.
I move left.
Always trust the instinct that pulls.
Footsteps echo in the distance.
Coming closer.
I press into the wall, weapon raised.
Two men round the corner—
I fire before they even register me.
Both go down.
I don’t stop moving.
Turn the corner—
And freeze.
Because at the far end—
Ford.
Watching.
Waiting.
Gun already in his hand.
“Impressive,” he says calmly.
“Most people don’t make it this far.”
I lift my weapon.
