The plan didn’t begin with chaos.It began with precision.For the first two days, everything moved like clockwork.Quietly.Seamlessly.Almost… too smoothly.I stayed exactly where Zane placed me within the operation—no improvisation, no unnecessary risks, just calculated execution. Routes were followed, timings were exact, and every small piece I handled fit neatly into the larger picture he had built.At first, the men watched me.Closely.Waiting for hesitation.For fear.For mistakes.But none came.I didn’t flinch.Didn’t question.Didn’t slow them down.And slowly…That watchfulness shifted.From doubt to acknowledgment.From acknowledgment, to something close to respect.And Zane noticed.Of course he did.He always noticed.The first time it showed was subtle.A glance.Held half a second longer than necessary.Then a nod across the room when I completed a timing relay perfectly.Later, when I corrected a minor route overlap before it became a problem, one of his men muttered
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