Under Surveillance 8

Vectors

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Diego didn’t finish his thought. “Either the source is deliberately obscured, or…”

The word snagged somewhere behind my sternum and my body betrayed me with a sharp, involuntary sound. It wasn’t panic, or hysteria, just a physiological misfire, the way a system aborts a process it can’t complete cleanly. For a second my lungs forgot what they were supposed to do, and the room tilted.

Logan was there before I registered the movement, his hand solid on my shoulder, fingers firm enough to ground me. His other hand closed around mine above the table, the way you grab a railing when the floor shifts unexpectedly.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “Breathe.”

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