A radio chirped. "Chantal, status?" The voice was old, familiar—Tomas, her long-time fixer, practical and concerned.
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"On the ground. The beacon’s still hot," she replied, voice low. "I can see movement in the northern corridor. Two guards, maybe three." A radio chirped