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Watching.
Not pushing.
Not interfering.
Just… there.
A part of this now.
I set the device down carefully.
My fingers hover over the interface.
“One shot,” I murmur.
Jase’s voice is low beside me.
“Make it count.”
I don’t look at him.
Don’t need to.
I already know where he stands.
With me.
Always.
I exhale once—
Then activate the response.
The screen flickers.
Static.
Then—
It clears.
A secure video feed locks in.
Not pre-recorded.
Live.
And when the image stabilizes—
The room goes completely still.
The President of the United States is looking straight at us.
No delay.
No distortion.
Direct.
