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“Contact!” Ronan snaps.
That’s it.
“Move!”
Mila
Location: Safehouse — Interior Hallway
Time: 10:28
The first bulletpunches through the front window as we move.
Glass explodes across the room.
I don’t flinch.
Just adjust.
Always adjust.
“Left side breach!” Lance shouts.
Boots thunder through the building.
Multiple entry points.
Coordinated.
Professional.
These aren’t amateurs.
These are trained.
“Split teams!”Jase calls.
“Negative,” I cut in.
He looks at me.
Fast.
Sharp.
“They want us divided,” I say. “We stay together, we push out hard.”
A beat.
Then—
he nods.
“Stay tight.”
The hallway erupts with movement.
Two men come through the side door—
