Real.
“Exactly,” he says. “You break their formation before it locks.”
Ethan looks between us.
Decision made.
“Alright,” he says. “We push.”
Jonah looks up. “Push… out there?”
“Yeah,” I say, already checking my weapon. “Out there.”
Because staying inside?
That’s how we die.
Daniel grabs a second weapon—smooth, practiced, like he’s done it a thousand times.
“Left flank is weakest,” he says. “Two-man team. Light coverage.”
Ronan studies him for half a second.
Then nods.
“Then that’s where we hit.”
Mila shifts beside me.
“You good?” she asks quietly.
I glance at her.
Rain dripping through the broken ceiling.
Firelight flickering across her face.
Alive.
Strong.
Unbreakable.
“Always,” I say.
She almost smiles.
Almost.
Ethan raises his hand.
“On my mark.”
The room stills.
Every breath.
Every heartbeat.
