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Ethan’s POV

The safe house hummed with tension. Langston’s intel was spread across the table—papers, hard drives, and encrypted files—like the fragments of a puzzle we were racing to solve. Everyone was working at a breakneck pace. Grayson was typing furiously on his laptop, Reyes was coordinating with our field teams, and Lila stood beside me, her steady presence calming me amid the chaos