The estate lights flooded the east wall in harsh, artificial white, the kind of light that leaves nowhere to hide.Security teams moved in tight formation across the grounds. Precise. Controlled. Lethal.Rowan stayed exactly ten feet from me.He meant what he said."Thermals?" he asked through the comms, his voice a low grate."Two heat signatures," Elias replied. "One stationary on the ridge. One shifting along the stone base of the wall.""Sniper and retrieval," Lucien muttered, eyes glued to his tablet.I watched the monitors mounted along the courtyard exterior, flickering gray and black images on the night vision feed, like a puzzle waiting to be solved."Zoom camera twelve," I said.Rowan glanced at me, surprised by the specific command.Camera twelve adjusted, the lens whirring as it focused. The image sharpened. There, a shadow pressed against the stone ridge beyond the east wall. Low. Disciplined. Professional.Rowan lifted his weapon slightly, body coiling like a spring. "St
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