[ISLA]Three days until Blackthorn, and the medical wing hadn't stopped moving since sunrise.Travel crates stacked along the east wall. Cold-storage units were double-checked twice by two different technicians. Emergency suppressant vials were counted, recounted, and sealed. Patient histories were sorted into folders thick enough to require their own transport case.Sloane hadn't left the lab in six hours.Someone had to coordinate everything that wasn't strictly medicine, and I'd apparently claimed that role somewhere around year two without officially applying for it.I didn't mind. Paperwork behaved predictably.People rarely did.Reception called through mid-morning—a visitor from Blackthorn, supplementary files, hand delivery only.I knew before they finished the sentence.Beta Boderick Kane.I caught myself smoothing a stack of papers that already sat perfectly straight. Annoying. My body noticing things a full second before my mind approved the reaction.I walked out to recept
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