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Still, they prepped. Marcus went in as bait—no weapon, just a jacket pocket with the physical Vixi file: 847 pages of every operation Rafi had ever touched. The real trap was the team of six snipers on the rooftops and a neural dampener hidden in the opera house’s old chandelier. If Rafi spoke, they’d be muted. If they ran, they’d be dropped.

The chandelier hummed. The neural dampener activated. vixi rafi hq

Marcus held up the file. “Come with us. You don’t have to do this alone.” Still, they prepped

And then a single word appeared across all of them: “Run.” If Rafi spoke, they’d be muted

A shadow detached itself from the third balcony.

Vixi Rafi was a girl. Fourteen years old, maybe. Pale, dark eyes that had seen too much. Her hands were stained with ink and something darker.