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The tension in the safe house was palpable as Ethan paced the length of the room, his jaw clenched tightly. Langston sat slumped in a chair, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he fidgeted with his cufflinks. Lila stood near the window, her sharp gaze scanning the street below for any sign of trouble.

“Start talking,” Ethan demanded, his voice cold and unwavering