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“Most people aren’t me.”
He smiles slightly.
“I know.”
Then he raises his gun—
Jase
Gunfire.
Inside.
Close.
My heart slams.
“That’s her,” I snap.
I take off.
No hesitation now.
No stealth.
Just speed.
We push deeper into the building, clearing rooms fast, efficient, ruthless.
Bodies hit the floor.
Doors splinter.
Time compresses.
Everything narrowing to one thing—
Find her.
Now.
Mila
I fire first.
He moves.
Too fast.
My shot grazes his shoulder instead of center mass.
He doesn’t even flinch.
Returns fire.
The bullet slams into the wall beside my head.
I duck, roll, come up firing again.
