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Everything in me stills.
Recognition hits instantly.
And something in my chest loosens.
Just a fraction.
Outside, the fight shifts.
Fast.
Efficient.
This isn’t a battle anymore.
It’s a takedown.
I edge toward the doorway, weapon still up.
Jase right behind me.
We step out onto the shattered porch.
Rain soaks us instantly.
Cold.
Sharp.
Real.
Bodies are down across the yard.
The remaining attackers don’t last long.
They never stood a chance.
Because Delta Five doesn’t show up unless it’s already over.
Ethan Cross moves first through the chaos, weapon still up, scanning.
Behind him—Jonah, Lance, Cal, and Ronan.
A full team.
Locked in.
Lethal.
Unmatched.
Ethan’s gaze lands on us.
Sharp.
Assessing.
Then—
