Michael’s POVThe world narrowed to the space between us.Marlo Ramirez stood across from me, gun raised, his posture relaxed in a way that only made him more dangerous. Around us, the chaos hadn’t stopped, gunfire still cracked through the air, men shouting, metal clanging, but it all felt distant because right now, it was just him and me.I steadied my grip on my weapon, forcing my breathing into something controlled, something measured. My finger hovered near the trigger, but I didn’t pull it, not yet, not unless I had to.“Drop the weapon,” I said.My voice came out lower than usual but rougher so he won't recognise me.Years of training, instinctively kicking in. I couldn’t let him hear my real voice.Marlo didn’t move. Instead, that faint, almost amused smile touched his lips again.“You first,” he replied calmly.I shook my head slightly.“That’s not how this ends.”“And how does it end?” he tilted his head. “With you in custody.”There was silence between us then Marlo let o
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