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... trategic Coordination Bunker.
General Reyes hadn’t slept in thirty-six hours.
His eyes were red.
Everyone in the bunker looked the same, used up, but still working.
Because stopping meant dying.
The Fort Carson assault video hovered in silence above the table, paused mid-frame, rows of terrified recruits firing blindly at a drone twice as fast as anything humanity had ever designed.
The Secretary-General stood at the end of the table, arms crossed. ...
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