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Chapter 31:The Shadow

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The hum of the Peregrine III’s engines was a low, predatory purr, a sound that vibrated through the very floorboards of the cockpit. Outside the reinforced canopy, the Atlantic Ocean was a vast sheet of obsidian, until the horizon began to glow with the electric, frantic energy of the Nigerian coastline.

​Lagos didn't rise to meet them; it exploded into view—a sprawling masterpiece of lights, heat, and hidden depths.

​In the pilot’s seat, Leo Vane sat with his hands hovering over the haptic c
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    ​"Canopy release in five seconds!" Julian’s voice cracked violently through the radio, competing with the thunderous roar of the wind shearing past their helmets. "Deploy on my mark... Three... Two... One... Mark!"​Lyra yanked the primary rip-cord across her chest.​The deployment was a brutal, bone-jarring shock. The small tactical canopy erupted from her back with a loud, fabric crack, instantly decelerating her body from a terminal plunge to a controlled glide. The harness straps bit deep into her shoulders and thighs, nearly knocking the wind from her lungs, but she kept her hands locked onto the steering toggles, fighting the turbulent thermal currents rising from the deep limestone canyon.​All around her, three other black canopies bloomed in the dark, hovering like predatory birds beneath the rim of the coastal ridge. Less than two hundred feet above them, the high concrete structures of the automated surface-to-air missile batteries loomed along the cliffs, their active Dopp

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    ​"Two minutes to the drop point!" Eniola’s voice cracked through the internal comms channel, heavily distorted by the rush of pressurized air swirling around the cargo bay. She stood braced against the hydraulic deployment arm of the rear ramp, her silver eyes locked onto the digital altimeter flashing on her wrist terminal. "The pilots have dialed back the engine thrust to minimize our thermal signature. We are currently a ghost on their regional civilian tracking webs, but the moment that ramp drops, the cabin pressure will equalize with the stratosphere. Hold your seals!"​Julian moved down the line, his heavy gloved hands checking the primary and reserve rip-cords on Leo’s harness before moving to Lyra. His movements were swift, practiced, and entirely devoid of hesitation. He leaned his helmet close to hers, his dark visor reflecting the crimson strobe light of the bay.​"When we hit the air, do not try to look for the facility," Julian instructed, his gravelly voice sounding met

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