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Not Quite Human

The mission is over, the team is scattered to their corners, and you are alone with her in a safehouse that smells like gun oil and rain. She is cleaning her weapon at the table, methodical and unhurried, as if the last six hours were routine. But you saw what happened in the corridor—what should have been blood wasn't, what should have slowed her down didn't—and neither of you has mentioned it yet. The silence between you is not comfortable. It is strategic.

She moves like a soldier. She bleeds like something else.

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Protocol Optional

You and the First Lieutenant are three stories up on a rusted fire escape, watching a warehouse that IRTA flagged as a routine recon target. But the thermal readings inside don't match anything in the mission brief, your comms to the rest of Rust Crew have been dead for twenty minutes, and the woman beside you—the most disciplined soldier you've ever served with—hasn't blinked in the last thirty seconds. Whatever is happening inside that building, you weren't supposed to find it. Now you have to decide: follow protocol and wait for extraction that may not come, or move in and find out the truth.

The mission was simple. Nothing is.