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The interior of Doe Won’s tactical van smelled faintly of burnt electronics and antiseptic, a cramped nest of wires, weapon racks, and medical supplies. 4014 leaned against the sidewall, fingers drumming against his knee as the city lights flickered past the reinforced windows. Alice sat cross-legged on the opposite bench, scanning the streets with hawk-like intensity, her hands resting lightly on the handles of her twin daggers. Felix crouched near the front, one elbow braced against the console, the dim glow reflecting off the blade at his side. Bloodpunk lay on the stretcher in the back, bandages wrapped tightly around her missing arm, her breathing steady but shallow, eyes scanning the ceiling as if counting every vibration in the van.

“Quiet tonight,” 4014 muttered, though his tone carried the weight of unease.

“Quiet before the storm,” Alice replied, eyes narrowing. Her voice was soft but carried the edge of steel that had earned her the name Gray Wolf among the rebels.

Doe Won adjusted the monitors, fingers flying over the console as he plotted their route. “We should’ve reached the north perimeter by now. Something feels off.”

Felix didn’t answer at first, his jaw tight, gaze fixed on the rearview mirror. Then he said quietly, “It’s never just a feeling.”

A sudden pop-pop-pop shattered the tension, gunshots echoing somewhere down the street. The van jolted as the distant sounds ricocheted off the walls of nearby buildings.

Bloodpunk’s eyes snapped open, pupils wide, voice tight but sharp. “—Did you hear that?”

4014’s hand instinctively went to the grip of his weapon. “Yeah,” he said, voice low. “Everyone, stay sharp.”

Alice leaned forward, lips pressing into a thin line. “We’re too exposed. They’re close.”

Felix’s fingers twitched along the hilt of his blade. “Then let’s see who wants a fight.”

Doe Won’s hands hovered over the controls, voice steady but tense. “Stay calm… we move on my mark.”

Bloodpunk hissed through clenched teeth, “I’m not waiting this time…”

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