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“She’s preparing a release.”
“Yes.”
“And the SEAL?”
“He’ll try to stop it.”
A pause.
Longer this time.
Almost thoughtful.
“Good.”
The man steps closer to the central display.
Multiple feeds now.
Layered.
Overlapping.
Lisbon.
Vienna aftermath.
A secondary location—flagged, isolated, time-stamped.
“And Pierce?” the second voice asks.
“Marked.”
“And the other one?”
“Aaron?” A faint smile. “Predictable.”
“How so?”
“He will try to save both.”
“That’s not possible.”
“No,” the man agrees.
“It isn’t.”
The system shifts.
Timers appear.
Not one.
Several.
Staggered.
Interlocked.
