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First Blood at the Docks

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Chapter 20

Valencia’s POV

The night was a shroud of charcoal and salt. I lay prone on the rusted corrugated roof of a warehouse overlooking Pier 17, the cold metal biting through the fabric of my tactical suit.

The Neurolink hummed at the edge of my consciousness, sharpening the world into high-contrast edges. Every ripple in the black water of the harbor, every flicker of a distant streetlamp, was processed with surgical clarity.

In my hands, the McMillan TAC-338 felt like an extension of my
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