POV: Felix "MARCO." I didn't raise my voice. I didn't need to. "Tell them to move. Now. All of them." I ordered. Marco was already on the radio. What followed came to me in fragments through the phone, shouting, a crash of something falling, Coleman's voice raised for the first time, the particular chaos of a contained space filling suddenly with too many people and too much intention. I sat in the back of a vehicle that was already moving faster than it had been and listened to sounds I couldn't see and couldn't control and felt something move through me that I had spent twenty years training myself not to feel.Helplessness... Raw, total, undignified helplessness."Lina." I spoke into the phone. "Talk to me." I said. I heard sounds, movement. Then her voice, breathless, "Your men are here." she said, almost in tears."I know, stay behind them.""There's... yes, okay, we're..." The sound of her moving, of Amaya close beside her, of the situation reorganizing itself arou
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