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Hidden in an inconspicuous corner deep inside the abandoned factory hung an apple. If any member of Seth Rollins's team could shoot it down, the Red Team would win. They had ten minutes to strategize. Tactics, of course, were left to the men to figure out. Chloe Bishop walked over to Nora Fatehi and lowered her voice. "I think something's off. Their timing is way too convenient. And also—Maya Bronx and the others were way too quiet today." Nadia and Freya were calculating, but Maya Bronx was the impulsive type. With Ava Adam and Noah both present, she should have been even bolder—yet she hadn't said a word. When things are out of the ordinary, something's brewing. Nora Fatehi watched the group heading toward the abandoned factory, a faint smile curling at the corner of her mouth. "I

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