Move fast.
Focused.
Locked in.
Because this?
This is what I do.
And I’m not too late.
Not this time.
66
Clay
Idon’t remember grabbing my gear.
Don’t remember walking out of the room.
Don’t remember anything between hearing her name—
And this.
Weapon check.
Loaded.
Clean.
Ready.
Same as always.
Everything is the same.
Except it’s not.
“Easy.”
Russ’s voice cuts in from behind me.
Low.
Controlled.
Too calm.
I don’t look up.
“I am.”
That word again.
I hear it this time.
Don’t like it.
