[Alpha Ronan Thorne’s POV]The impact of the sniper’s shot, a sharp, muffled CRACK! was followed by the sickening sound of plaster and glass showering onto the velvet carpet. I lay low behind the toppled velvet partition, my heart hammering a furious rhythm against my ribs. I was breathing hard, the transition from the defeated cripple to the combat-ready Alpha having cost me valuable cover. My physical strength was exposed to any high-level Vorlag agent still active in the room.The immediate conflict was absolute. I had time for two objectives: secure the intelligence (Caleb) and ensure my Luna’s safety. The sniper, who was neutralized moments later by Alaric's perimeter teams, was a secondary concern."Sniper down! Alpha, what is your status?" Alaric's voice screamed through the comms, laced with panic."Containment," I bit out, my voice rough. "Caleb is the priority. He's at the main doors."Anya's scream, her brilliant, life-saving shriek of "Fire!", had bought me the necessary s
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