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That was the problem.

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It got easier.

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Mai didn’t hesitate anymore.

Didn’t pause to evaluate every change.

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She just… did it.

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A falling piece of debris adjusted mid-air and landed neatly against a wall like it had always belonged there.

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A wounded agent shifted position without touching the ground.

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A weapon misfired before the trigger fully reset.

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No effort.

No strain.

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Like breathing.

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Badger watched it happen.

Then glanced at Grouse.

<blockquote>

“…she’s getting faster.”

</blockquote>

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Grouse didn’t look at him.

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“…no.”

Beat.

“…she’s getting comfortable.”

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That was worse.

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The insurgents adapted.

Or tried to.

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They spread out.

Changed angles.

Adjusted pacing.

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Didn’t help.

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One of them fired from behind cover.

Good position.

Clear line.

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The shot left the barrel—

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and arrived somewhere else.

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Not deflected.

Not blocked.

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Reassigned.

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The round hit a wall behind him instead.

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He flinched.

Looked at his weapon.

Looked at the corridor.

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“…what—”

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He didn’t get to finish.

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Because suddenly he wasn’t in cover anymore.

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He was standing two steps forward, fully exposed.

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He hadn’t moved.

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The situation had.

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Badger winced.

<blockquote>

“…that’s just mean.”

</blockquote>

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One of the Foundation agents backed up.

Then another.

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“…this isn’t containment anymore.”

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No one corrected him.

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Because containment implies boundaries.

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This didn’t have any.

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Shammy rubbed the back of her neck, slow, frustrated.

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“…it’s not pushing.”

Beat.

“…it’s rewriting.”

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Ace:

“…yeah, picked up on that.”

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She shifted her stance again.

Testing.

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Still off.

Still just a little wrong.

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Enough to matter.

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An insurgent broke formation.

Panicked.

Rushed.

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Bad call.

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He made it three steps.

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Then—

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he ceased to be required.

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No flash.

No effect.

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No transition.

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One moment participating in the outcome.

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Next moment—

excluded from it.

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Badger didn’t say anything this time.

Didn’t joke.

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Just stared at the empty space.

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“…okay.”

Quiet.

“…no, that’s worse.”

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Grouse finally moved.

One step forward.

Eyes locked on Mai.

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“…that wasn’t a kill.”

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Shammy:

“…no.”

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Beat.

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“…that was removal.”

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No one liked that wording.

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Mai tilted her head slightly.

Like she was reviewing a result.

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“Conflict variable removed.”

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Ace stepped closer.

Closer than before.

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This time the space resisted.

Just slightly.

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She pushed through it anyway.

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“…Mai.”

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Mai looked at her.

Calm.

—

“There is no need for continued escalation.”

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Ace:

“…you just made someone disappear.”

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Mai:

“He is no longer relevant to the system.”

A beat.

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“There is no need to restore him.”

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Badger:

<blockquote>

“Cool cool cool, we’re using ‘system’ now, that’s great, love that for us—”

</blockquote>

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HeavenlyFather cut in, quiet but firm:

<blockquote>

“That is not acceptable.”

</blockquote>

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Mai didn’t look at him.

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“Acceptability is not a factor.”

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That shut him up.

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Something behind them shifted.

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A door.

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It wasn’t where it had been.

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Not moved.

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Re-evaluated.

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The corridor snapped—

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tried to reassert its original layout—

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and failed to resolve.

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A Foundation agent turned, tried to orient himself—

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and ended up facing a wall that hadn’t been there a second ago.

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“…okay nope, nope, I’m out—”

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He didn’t leave.

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Because “out” no longer had a stable definition.

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Ace exhaled slowly.

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“…yeah.”

A beat.

“…we’re past salvage.”

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Badger:

<blockquote>

“We’ve BEEN past salvage.”

</blockquote>

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Shammy stepped in.

Closer.

Right up to Mai.

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This time she didn’t test.

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She pushed.

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The air compressed hard—

pressure gradients snapping into place with force.

—

For a fraction of a second—

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the corridor fractured.

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Not visually—

—

structurally.

—

Multiple alignments.

None stable.

—

Mai blinked.

—

“…noise.”

—

Shammy held it there—

just for a moment.

—

“…yeah.”

A breath.

“…you need some.”

—

The pressure collapsed.

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The corridor snapped back—

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and failed again to settle.

—

Mai paused.

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Not stopped.

—

Delayed.

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Ace moved.

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Not careful.

Not testing.

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Direct.

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The resistance pushed back—

—

she ignored it.

—

Forced through.

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Closed the distance.

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Now she was right in front of Mai.

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Close enough that this should’ve been a bad idea.

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Ace looked at her—

really looked.

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And for the first time—

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she couldn’t find the edge anymore.

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“…we’re done.”

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Mai didn’t react.

—

“This is not complete.”

—

Ace:

“…yeah.”

A beat.

“…that’s the problem.”

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Everything slowed.

Not literally.

—

Just felt like it.

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The corridor.

The agents.

The insurgents that were still technically present.

—

All of it slightly out of sync.

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Waiting.

—

Mai looked at Ace.

Really looked.

—

Not at her stance.

Not at her position.

—

At her.

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And for a second—

—

just a second—

—

something hesitated.

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But not enough.

—

Mai straightened slightly.

Decision made.

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“I can resolve this.”

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Ace didn’t look away.

—

“…I know.”

A beat.

—

“You won’t come back from this.”

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Silence.

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Mai didn’t answer.

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Didn’t need to.

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Ace:

“…don’t.”

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The corridor tightened—

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not physically—

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structurally.

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Like the system itself was waiting for the outcome.

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And this time—

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it wasn’t clear which side it was on.

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