Going for the Pulse
The warehouse felt different when they walked in. Maybe it was the knowledge sitting heavy in Iris’s chest. Maybe it was the fact that nothing was abstract anymore. Black Talon had a location. A real one. And it was closer than any of them had imagined. Alex was at the main table when they arrived, sleeves rolled up, maps and half-disassembled tech scattered around him. He looked up immediately. “You’ve got that look,” he said. “All three of you.” Elias didn’t waste time. “We found it.” Alex straightened slowly. “Found what?” “The core lab,” Iris said. Silence. Not confusion. Not disbelief. Just the kind of silence that means something just shifted. Alex’s eyes moved to her — steady, calculating. Not afraid. Not suspicious. Just thinking. “You’re sure?” he asked. “Yes.” He
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