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The tropical sun cuts through the mesh roof of the raptor enclosure, painting shifting patterns across the concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet soil, spilled blood, and the sharp, wild musk of predators. A single, gut-wrenching scream slices through the heavy afternoon heat. Owen’s boots hit the ground before the sound fades, his gaze locking onto the panicked rookie flailing in the pit below. He ducks under the gate without hesitation, dropping into a low crouch, palms raised—a silent, steady command to the circling pack. Blue tilts her head, curious. The others tense, muscles coiling. “Close the gate,” he says, his voice even but strained. He repeats it, sharper, as he backs toward the exit. Then he bolts. The raptors surge forward. Steel clangs shut just inches f…