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Sharp.
Wrong.
I glance past her, toward the main room.
Delta Five is still moving.
Still locking everything down.
Ethan’s talking quietly with Jonah near the table.
Cal is checking equipment.
Lance is by the door.
All solid.
All trusted.
But then—
There’s one I don’t recognize.
New.
Standing just a little too still near the back window.
Watching.
Not scanning.
Watching.
My grip tightens slightly on Mila’s waist.
Her body tenses instantly.
She feels it.
“Don’t react,” I murmur under my breath.
Too late.
Her instincts are already firing.
“Who is that?” she whispers.
“Don’t know.”
The guy shifts slightly.
Just enough that the light catches his face.
Calm.
Too calm.
And when his eyes flick toward us—
