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I didn't sleep. Four hours of lying on a cot staring at the ceiling, running threat assessments, thinking about that message Leo had shown me before we went inside. "You won't make it to the finish line." No sender ID. Untraceable, Juno said, which meant professional. Which meant this wasn't a loyalist sending empty threats from a pack forum.
Someone had operational resources and a specific target.
At six a.m. I gave up on sleep and found Rafe in the equipment bay.
He looked up when I walked in. Didn't tell me to leave, which I took as progress.
"The message," I said. "I want to run it through Council threat analysis. I still have partial access to some systems before the revocation fully processes."
Rafe studied me. "Why?"
"Because I know how Magnus's people operate. I know the
