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Clean.

We don’t stop.

No time to confirm.

No time to check.

More movement behind us.

More charges.

More entry points.

“They’re flooding,” Ronan says in my ear.

I don’t answer.

I already know.

We move.

Fast.

Smoke fills the corridor behind us.

Alarms finally kick in—

too late to matter.

Shouting echoes.

Screams—

civilian.

Staff.

Irrelevant now.

I filter everything out.

Except threat.

Except exit.

Except her.

We hit the vehicle bay at a sprint.

Lights flicker overhead.

Half the system is already compromised.

“Time?” I snap.

Ronan’s voice comes through, tight and precise.

“You’ve got sixty seconds before they own the building.”