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A small smile. She nods. Settling by the window, she becomes a sentinel silhouette against dirty glass. Alert. Capable. Mine to protect but also protecting me. \u201cTalia?\u201d She turns slightly. \u201cTomorrow, we figure out how to stop Phoenix.\u201d She nods again. No questions, no analysis. Just trust. I close my eyes, her taste still on my lips, and let darkness take me. For the first time in years, I don\u2019t dream of Syria. I dream of her.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com Talia Jackson\u2019s breathing deepens into the heavy rhythm of true exhaustion. Blood loss and adrenaline crash have finally dragged him under, despite his stubborn refusal to yield. I watch the rise and fall of his chest, the way his jaw finally unclenches, the hard lines of his face softening in the gloom. My lips still tingle. A phantom pressure. The kiss wasn\u2019t the desperate, adrenaline-fueled collision I expected. It was slow.<\/p>\n

Deliberate. He kissed me as if he were memorizing the data. You\u2019re fucking fascinating. Nathan\u2019s voice tries to intrude\u2014you analyze everything instead of feeling it\u2014but Jackson\u2019s words drown him out. The way he looked at me. Like my analytical mind isn\u2019t a bug in the software, but a feature. I touch my mouth. The scrape of stubble. The heat of his palm cupping my face. How natural it felt to lean into him, to stop thinking and just exist in the sensation. My thoughts drift to my favorite Jules Verne quote.<\/p>\n

\u201cScience, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth.\u201d It\u2019s a reminder that failed hypotheses aren\u2019t failures\u2014they\u2019re data points. Maybe Nathan was a failed hypothesis. Three years of corrupted data proving that model didn\u2019t work. But Jackson \u2026 Jackson kissed me like I\u2019m a puzzle he wants to solve. Not too much. Not exhausting. Fascinating. The word loops in my head, foreign and wonderful.<\/p>\n

I force myself to turn away. To think beyond the ghost of his touch. We are in an abandoned factory. Phoenix is hunting us. Victor is dead. Morrison is dead. The body count is rising, and I am the only one holding the variable that explains why. If I can solve for X. My phone is landfill fodder by now. But Jackson\u2019s go-bag sits by the table, a secure laptop among the contents. I dig through the bag, past the metallic scent of ammunition and the antiseptic smell of medical supplies.<\/p>\n

There. A heavy, matte-black unit. Military-grade encryption, triple-authentication protocols. I crack it open. The screen glows blue in the darkness. It connects via a secure VPN, routing traffic through servers in three countries before granting me access.<\/p>\n

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