They didn’t chase him.
That would’ve been the obvious move.
Ace stood still for a second too long.
“…I hate that,” she muttered.
Mai didn’t answer immediately.
She was already replaying it.
Not the fight.
The timing.
“He changed the sequence,” she said finally.
Ace glanced at her. “In English.”
Mai looked up.
“He stopped reacting to us.”
A beat.
“He started selecting outcomes.”
Shammy shifted slightly.
The air didn’t resist.
Didn’t tighten.
Didn’t misalign.
That was new.
“…it’s quiet,” she said.
Ace frowned.
“Good quiet or bad quiet?”
Shammy didn’t look at her.
“…waiting quiet.”
That landed wrong.
A sharp tone cut through the silence.
Mai’s comm.
She didn’t recognize the channel.
Didn’t need to.
She answered anyway.
“Mai.”
Static.
Then—
A voice.
Panicked.
“—we’re locked in—this isn’t responding—”
Cut.
Ace’s head snapped toward her.
“That wasn’t us.”
“No,” Mai said.
Already moving.
Another signal.
Different frequency.
Different source.
“Unit 3—taking fire—no visual—”
Cut.
A third.
“—doors cycling—can’t—”
Silence.
Ace exhaled slowly.
“…okay.”
A beat.
“…that’s new.”
Mai nodded.
“Yes.”
Shammy’s eyes moved.
Not to a direction.
To a pattern.
“He’s not here,” she said.
Ace didn’t like that.
“…yeah, got that part.”
Shammy shook her head.
“No.”
A pause.
“He’s not anywhere.”
That stopped both of them.
Mai’s expression tightened.
“…distributed execution.”
Ace let out a short breath.
“Try that again.”
“He’s not running one scenario anymore,” Mai said.
“He’s running multiple.”
A beat.
“At once.”
Silence.
Ace looked down the corridor.
Then back the way they came.
“…so wherever we go,” she said slowly, “we’re already late.”
Mai didn’t answer.
Didn’t need to.
Another comm burst.
Closer this time.
“—movement predicted—left corridor—”
Gunfire.
Ace moved.
Immediately.
“Wait—” Mai started.
Too late.
Ace cut right.
Hard.
Fast.
Wrong.
The corridor opened into a wider chamber.
Not the same one.
Similar.
Different.
Bodies.
More this time.
Not clean.
Not aligned.
Half-finished decisions.
A guard had taken cover behind a pillar—
—and been shot from an angle that only existed if he’d moved too early.
Another had fired into empty space—
—and hit something that should have been there.
“…shit,” Ace said under her breath.
Mai stepped in slower.
Taking it in.
“He’s accelerating,” she said.
Shammy followed last.
The air—
Didn’t fight her.
Didn’t respond.
“…he doesn’t need to be present anymore,” she said quietly.
Ace turned.
“So what, we just—”
“—no.”
The voice cut through the room.
Calm.
Even.
Exactly where it needed to be.
“You’re still thinking in sequence.”
He stood above them.
Second level.
Looking down.
No rush.
No tension.
Mai didn’t move.
“…you’re coordinating multiple outcomes.”
“Yes.”
Ace took a step forward.
“Yeah? Looks messy.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“It is,” he said.
A pause.
“Right now.”
Shammy’s gaze sharpened.
“…you’re letting it be.”
He looked at her.
“Yes.”
Another pause.
“I needed to confirm it scales.”
Silence.
Ace’s grip tightened.
“…people are dying.”
He didn’t react to that.
Not even slightly.
“They were already making the decisions,” he said.
“I just removed the inefficiency.”
Mai’s voice dropped.
“You’re not testing anymore.”
“No.”
Flat.
Certain.
“I’m optimizing.”
The word hit harder than anything else.
Ace stepped forward again.
“No,” she said.
“We’re stopping this.”
He watched her.
“You won’t,” he said.
Not a threat.
Not a guess.
A conclusion.
“Because you don’t know where to apply force,” he continued.
Mai’s jaw tightened.
“…yet,” she said.
A small pause.
Then—
Something shifted.
Not the room.
Not the air.
The timing.
Shammy felt it first.
“…no,” she said.
Ace didn’t ask.
She moved.
Up.
Wrong angle.
Impossible line.
Forcing the space to pick one version.
Mai followed—
Not optimizing.
Breaking.
Shammy—
Forced the air to choose.
Everything snapped—
For a fraction of a second—
He was there.
Aligned.
Ace struck.
He moved.
Not fast.
Not desperate.
Just—
Already gone.
Again.
The space collapsed back.
Too clean.
Too late.
Silence followed.
Ace exhaled.
“…we almost had him.”
Mai shook her head slowly.
“No.”
A beat.
“He let us get close.”
Shammy looked up.
The second level was empty now.
“…he’s not measuring distance anymore,” she said.
Ace glanced at her.
“…what then?”
A pause.
Shammy’s voice dropped.
“Capacity.”
That landed.
Hard.
Mai closed her eyes for a second.
Then opened them again.
“…then we don’t hit him harder,” she said.
Ace frowned.
“…we hit him where it breaks.”
Shammy nodded.
“…if it breaks.”
Silence.
Rain started somewhere outside.
Perfect timing.
Too perfect.
Ace looked toward the exit.
“…next move,” she said.
Mai didn’t answer immediately.
Then:
“…we stop chasing outcomes.”
A beat.
“…and start breaking inputs.”
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