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Ink.
Precise.
Intentional.
My blood runs cold.
“…no way…”
“What?” Jase asks, already alert again.
I lean closer.
Heart pounding.
Because I know this.
I’ve seen this before.
Not in the field.
Not on a target.
In a file.
Secure.
Restricted.
Buried.
I look up at him.
And this time—
There’s no doubt.
“They’re not just inside,” I say.
His expression darkens.
“Yeah, we established that.”
I shake my head.
“No.”
Worse.
Much worse.
“They’re Tier-One adjacent.”
Silence.
Then—
“That’s not possible,” he says.
