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He advances.
Controlled.
Relentless.
Closing the distance.
“No escape this time,” he says.
“Not for you.”
My pulse steadies.
“Good,” I fire back.
“I was getting tired of running.”
Jase
We hit the main corridor—
And I see him.
Ford.
And—
Her.
Alive.
Fighting.
Everything inside me detonates.
“FORD!”
My voice tears through the space like a weapon.
His head snaps toward me.
That one second—
That’s all it takes.
Mila
The moment Ford looks away—
I move.
I fire.
This time—
He takes the hit.
Clean to the side.
