The night did not feel quiet anymore, it felt watched.Observers walked with notebooks and devices, their eyes sharp and curious.Yvonne Carter stood at the center of it all.She had wanted visibility, now she had it.She moved through the camp, checking patients, listening more than speaking. People looked at her differently now, with respect, with concern, With fear for her safety but no one questioned her authority.Marcus stayed close, his injured arm wrapped, his eyes scanned every shadow.“They are not here to help,” he said quietly as they passed a row of tents. “They are here to see who breaks first.”“They will be disappointed,” Yvonne replied.Adrian watched from a distance, speaking with convoy security. Since her announcement, he had become quieter, more careful, like a man who knew his presence mattered but no longer controlled the room.Later that evening, Yvonne gathered her senior staff in the command tent.“We continue as planned,” she said. “Mobile units stay active,
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