The safe opened on the first try.Celeste pressed his thumb to the sensor and felt the click release through her whole chest. She lifted the lid. Key card. A thick fold of cash. A gun, smaller than she expected. She took all three. The cash went inside her jacket, the key card into her pocket, the gun into the back of her waistband. Her hands were steadier than the rest of her.She looked at him once — the rise and fall of his chest, slow and even, a man sleeping off a celebration he had believed in completely.She went to the door.Kendra was in the corridor, dressed, a bag over one shoulder. She looked at Celeste's jacket, at the key card, at her face. Something passed between them that didn't need words. They moved.The compound ran on its nighttime logic. Kendra had mapped every beat of it — shift change at ten, kitchen closed, the lab corridor gone quiet after midnight. Celeste counted her steps and kept her breathing measured. Her heartbeat filled her ears.They turned the corne
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