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Terrifying in the best way.
“Always.”
She presses enter.
The screen flashes.
Then—
CHANNEL OPENING
Outside—
Headlights cut through the storm.
My head snaps toward the window.
Low.
Fast.
Too fast.
“Mila—”
“I see them.”
Her voice is ice now.
Focused.
Locked in.
The screen behind her shifts again.
INCOMING SECURE RESPONSE…
But we don’t get to read it.
Because outside—
Doors slam.
Boots hit gravel.
Weapons load.
I grab my gun.
Pain screams through my body.
Ignore it.
Move anyway.
Mila reaches for hers without hesitation.
No fear.
