DAVEN
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Daven abandoned careful surveillance protocol the moment forty minutes of silence stretched toward fifty, moving through the territory's unfamiliar streets with the specific controlled urgency thirty years of intelligence work had trained into his body.
He'd tracked Corva's last known signal to a warehouse district, the kind of unremarkable industrial space that had, across this entire investigation, proven to be exactly where dangerous conversations happened without witnesses.
He found her comm device first — dropped, deliberately or accidentally he couldn't yet tell, near the entrance of a building that showed no external signs of activity.
His heart, already tight with dread, clenched further.
He drew his weapon and entered.
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The warehouse's interior was dim, caver
