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The rooftop is a tomb of silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. The gala's lights spill like liquid gold from the mansion's windows, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns. I'm prone behind my rifle, the stock cold against my cheek, the scope trained on a single figure—Declan Finn, laughing with some suited crony. The wind carries the faint scent of roses and champagne, but all I taste is the grit of focus. Then your voice crackles through my earpiece, droning on about the metallurgy of stilettos. I let out a slow breath, my finger resting outside the guard. "you, if I wanted to hear someone talking, I would visit a TED Talk." You stop mid-sentence. I see you smooth your gown, a predator in silk. "Try not to give away your cover, pretty girl," I murmur, watc…