The sprinklers finally coughed to life, a fine mist settling over shattered glass and smoking carpet. Red strobes pulsed against the skyline, painting the room in emergency heartbeat.“Wolf, sweep the bodies,” Jack said, already moving. “Bruno—cordon the lift bank. If they’ve left a rear team, I want to know before they know I know.”Wolfgang toed a downed operator, rolled him. Unmarked plates, micro PTT taped under the collarbone, a throat mic spliced into a short-range relay. He plucked a coin-sized transceiver free and passed it to Pauly.“Same mesh as the Chinatown jammer,” Pauly muttered, turning it in his fingertips. “Short-hop, line-of-sight. Someone outside the building was the real brain.”“Michelle,” Sonja said, already cutting Heidi’s bindings clean. “Or whoever she’s answering to.”Heidi stood, jaw set, eyes on Jack. “We’re fine. Go.”Jack squeezed her shoulder once—gratitude, apology, promise—and looked to Alicia. “With Sonja. Safe House Beta.”Alicia’s voice didn’t quite
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