Then moved.
Fast.
Controlled.
He reached the crates and started grabbing what he could—bandages, small packs, anything that looked useful.
His hands moved quickly now.
Too quickly.
Behind him—
A pause in the voices.
Jessie felt it before he heard it.
That shift.
That moment when something isn’t right.
“Hey—” Jessie turned slightly.
Too much.
Too obvious.
“That’s not—”
He ran.
“STOP him