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Replaced by sharp, immediate focus.
Another sound.
Closer this time.
Wood creaks just slightly near the door.
My pulse kicks.
Fast.
But controlled.
I glance at Jase.
He’s already looking at me.
That same look from before.
That same unspoken promise.
We’ve got each other.
No matter what.
The handle—
Moves.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Then—
The door SLAMS open.
Gunfire erupts.
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Jase
Location: Abandoned Fishing Shelter — Adriatic Coast
Time: 11:53
The door explodes inward.
Gunfire follows.
No warning. No hesitation.
Execution.
I move on instinct—grabbing Mila and driving her down behind the overturned table as rounds tear through the wood where we were standing a second ago.
“CONTACT—INSIDE!” Lance shouts over comms.
