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But then, a shot rang out. An Operator bullet caught him square in the chest. For a second, the fire flickered. He fell—but he didn't stay down. "Run it back!"

"I'm on fire!" he laughed, clapping Jett on the shoulder. "Told you I'd carry. Don't worry, I'll keep the heater on for the next round."

The London sun was barely up, but Phoenix was already burning bright. He adjusted his jacket, the familiar heat radiating from his palms, and checked his comms.