He fires—
Logan moves—
I adjust—
We fire together.
Two shots.
One outcome.
Sentinel’s body jerks—
Stops—
And then—
He falls.
Silence.
Real this time.
Heavy.
Final.
I don’t move right away.
Neither does Logan.
We watch.
Wait.
Confirm.
No movement.
No breath.
No control.
Gone.
Logan exhales slowly.
“It’s over.”
I nod once.
But even as I do—
I feel it.
That shift again.
Not danger.
