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abandoned shipping yard, it was a bunker built during a different war, for a different kind of surviva

," Jonas said, dropping a heavy duffel on the f

bag, a wall-mounted monitor displaying live feeds from half a

work wi

eyebrow, as if

't wast

began t

e bought her for her birthday and then forgot about. This was Warcraft. Brutal, methodical, and

r. If they see you coming

n crowds, switch license plates, clone keycards. She learned t

he emotiona

rticularly harsh sparring session that left her with a split

three minutes, fire a weapon without blinking, an

That was

is underworld of rebi

d in the form of a

t her in wit

lass. She moved like she didn't believe in hesitatio

pots," Jonas told Mia. "She's go

r maybe I won't

dn't r

ered her food, shared stories, and even handed over a hair tie during weapon

. Mia caught her and said nothing-just changed the password and moved the h

ty, Evie we

t. Mia was unarmed. Evie wasn't

e pulled a

and came up behind her. In one clean motion, she had Evi

m the hallway. He di

floor and grinn

eleas

, Jonas sa

dn't tr

s testi

am

o, this was about me

s was about teaching you that no one-no one-

g and exhaled smok

hing in the world. It's what g

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ider me fl