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Weapons don’t raise.
Not yet.
But we’re one breath away.
“Then you’ve got about three seconds,” Ethan says quietly, “to explain why you’re standing in my operation.”
The man tilts his head slightly.
Like he’s considering how much to say.
Or how much we’re worth.
Then—
“I’m the reason your channel got through.”
Everything stills.
That lands.
Hard.
Ethan’s eyes sharpen.
Ronan doesn’t move at all.
I feel Mila’s presence behind me shift—
Focused.
Locked in.
“Careful,” I say.
The man’s gaze flicks between us.
Me.
Ethan.
Ronan.
Then—
Mila.
And something in his expression changes.
Subtle.
But there.
Interest.
Yeah.
I really don’t like that.
