The east corridor was still running its aftermath when I found him.Not loud, the compound didn't run loud, not even now, not even with three fronts behind us and Voss zip-tied in the west holding room and the archive green across seven nodes. What it ran was purposeful. Carver's men cycling through the inner perimeter check, the radio traffic low and close, Price logging final timestamps at the secondary station, everything moving at the pitch of a building that had done what it was built to do and was now settling into the work of knowing it. I moved through it and my body was still carrying the corridor, the cold stone and his hands at my hips and the sound of the compound outside finally going quiet, all of it sitting in my bones the way things sat when you hadn't processed them yet and weren't going to for a while.He was on the floor.Not hurt, I read that before anything else, before I'd crossed the junction. He was sitting with his back against the east wall, legs extended, th
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