I saw one of them myself this time.I’d gone to the fence line at first light to check the ground the way I’d checked it every morning since the footprint, and a man in a plain jacket was standing two hundred yards out, not moving, just watching the tree line like he was waiting for something to show itself. He wasn’t close enough to see the tunnel. He was close enough that I understood, finally and completely, that the outer approaches weren’t a theoretical risk anymore. They had a face now, and the face was patient.I didn’t run. Running would have been its own kind of signal. I turned, slow, ordinary, and walked back the way I’d come like a woman with nowhere urgent to be, and didn’t let myself move faster until two bends in the fence line stood between us.I put the extraction contingency on active assessment the second I was back inside the barrier. Not execution. Not yet. But close enough that my hand didn’t leave the tunnel release the entire time I briefed myself on what I’d j
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