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Tonight, the equation was about to collapse.

The warehouse exploded in gunfire. Marcus didn’t shoot Leo. He shot the lights. Chaos swallowed the room. He grabbed Leo’s collar and ran, bullets chewing the concrete behind them. 1x2 Narc...

1x2 , he thought. From now on, it’s just one. Tonight, the equation was about to collapse

But he knew—walking Leo toward the blue flash of arriving cruisers—that the other half would always be walking beside him in the dark. he thought. From now on

“Four. No—five. They want to see the product.”

“Shut up,” Marcus whispered.