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Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the polished floor. Connor's stare was fixed on Kamski, a visible heat of anger tightening his shoulders. Then his eyes cut to you—your hand unsteady, the pistol's muzzle pressed into the soft skin at Chloe's temple. The air thickened, charged and suffocating. Connor's voice broke as he shouted, a raw plea for you to drop the weapon. You stood frozen, the burden of a decision with no protocol crushing down. There were no commands left. Just the chill of the steel in your grip and Chloe's life, balanced on the edge of your finger.