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Havoc

We hit the ridge fast.

Low.

Silent.

Deadly.

The north side is tighter than it looked.

Narrow path.

Rock face on one side.

Drop on the other.

One wrong step—

You’re gone.

Perfect.

Because it forces discipline.

And we don’t make mistakes.

“Two on the ledge,” Briggs whispers.

I see them.

Guards.

Relaxed.

Wrong move.

I signal.

Two shots.

Suppressed.

Clean.

Both drop before they know we’re here.

“Move,” I say.

We push forward.

Closer.

Closer.

Until we hit the outer wall.

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