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Close Call
They had just finished photographing the documents when footsteps echoed across the warehouse floor. “Hide!” Patel hissed. They ducked behind a stack of crates as a van pulled up outside. The back doors opened. Kate stepped out, clipboard in hand. “She’s running this,” Brianna whispered. They recorded everything—her voice, her face, the van—gathering proof as their hearts pounded in silence.
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