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He paced back and forth, muttering under his breath, checking the monitors every few seconds.
The signal moved slightly. A small shift, but enough to indicate that Cynthia might have been relocated. Xavier’s heart leapt and sank at the same time. “They moved her,” he said, his voice low but tense. The team nodded, quickly recalculating the coordinates. The signal was strong enough now to narrow down potential locations, but the movement meant urgency. Someone had her and was possibly trying to evade detection. Every second was critical.