“Terminate both subjects.”The words don’t echo.They lock.Final.Leon’s weight shifts against me as he steadies himself, breath shallow but controlled.“…figures,” he mutters.“This isn’t a joke,” I snap.“Didn’t say it was.”His arm tightens slightly around my shoulders—not strong, but enough to remind me he’s still here. Still fighting.Still him.“Can you move faster?” I ask.“…define faster.”“Not dying.”“…working on it.”A sharp metallic click echoes through the chamber.Both of us freeze.“That’s new,” I whisper.“Yeah,” he says quietly. “And not in a good way.”The walls hum.Low.Mechanical.Alive.Panels slide open along the sides—revealing narrow ports, glowing faintly.Weapons.“Of course,” I mutter.“Stay behind me,” he says immediately.“No.”“Maria—”“No,” I repeat. “We’re not doing that again.”His jaw tightens.“This isn’t about control.”“It never is for you.”A beat of silence.Then—“…fair.”That catches me off guard.But there’s no time to process it.The ports
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