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Pierre bolted down the corridor, his boots slapping against polished floors as shouts erupted from every direction. The ensign's voice still echoed through the halls, amplified by the base's communication system.
"All units converge on Section C! Repeat, all units converge on Section C! The red-haired terrorist is armed and dangerous!"
Terrorist? When did I get upgraded from menace to terrorist?
Pierre skidded around a corner, nearly colliding with a maintenance cart someone had abandoned in their haste to respond to the alarm. Behind him, the thunder of Navy boots grew louder as what sounded like half the base mobilized. Voices barked orders, weapons clicked as safeties disengaged, and the systematic search pattern of trained soldiers closed in like a net.
