Deliberate.
Toward his weapon.
“Don’t.”
I step out.
Gun up.
Locked on him.
The room freezes.
Dalton doesn’t even flinch.
“You were closer than I thought,” he says.
“You’re done.”
Trigger moves in.
Beast drops in from above.
Blaze: “All exits covered.”
We’ve got him.
Every angle.
Every move.
This ends here.
“Hands up,”I order.
“Slow.”
He exhales.
Like he’s bored.
Then raises them.
I don’t trust it.
“On your knees.”
He doesn’t move.
Instead—
He looks at her.
“Do you even know what you’re holding?”
“Enough,” I snap.
But she answers.