He looked at Wolf. He looked at the frozen phone.
He’d chosen the 480p version on purpose. Smaller file. Faster download. He didn’t need to see the sweat on the hostages’ faces in crystal clarity. He just needed the story. The escape.
The siege had just met its spoiler.
Wolf pressed the rifle barrel under his chin. “Then you’re a liability.”
Marcus leaned in. “Also? Tell your sniper on the east balcony to check his six. The cops aren't the only ones watching this bank.”
The progress bar in Marcus’s head hit 100%.
He was the writer.
Wolf hesitated.
“Okay,” Marcus said, a slow grin spreading across his face. “I’ll reroute the feed. But I need access to the main terminal. And a cup of coffee. Black. No sugar.”
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