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Jessie stayed still. Watching. Waiting. His breathing slowed. His hands tightened slightly. They were distracted. Too focused forward. Not behind them. Jessie moved. Not fast. Not reckless. Controlled. Silent. He closed the distance in seconds. One of the soldiers turned slightly— But Jessie was already there. A quick strike. A controlled takedown. The soldier dropped before he could fully react. The second soldier spun around— Too late.