Ethan:
The night stretched long, darker than usual, as if even the sky understood what was coming. There was no noise in Ethan's camp—no unnecessary movement, no wasted words. Everything had already been decided hours ago. Plans drawn. Routes memorized. Outcomes accepted.
By the time the first hint of morning light touched the horizon, Ethan was already awake.
He stood in silence for a moment in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his black attire. It wasn't just clothing—it was armor. A fitted black shirt, sleeves rolled just enough, a tailored jacket resting sharply on his shoulders, dark trousers, polished boots that echoed authority with every step. His hair was slightly pushed back, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable.
Cold.
Focused.
Dangerous.
Today wasn't just another operation.
It was the end of something.
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He stepped out, his presence immediately shifting the air in the room. Luca was already there, leaning against the table, loading a magazine into his gun with practiced ease. Kai stood nearby, checking communications, his face serious but composed.
No one greeted.
No one needed to.
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"Time," Ethan said simply.
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They moved.
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Outside, the vehicles were ready.
Engines low.
Guards already positioned.
Weapons loaded.
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Charlie stood by the lead car, straightening the moment Ethan approached.
"Everything is ready, sir."
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Ethan's gaze swept across the area once.
Then settled on him.
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"If anything goes wrong," Ethan said calmly, "you bring the car inside."
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Charlie nodded immediately.
"Yes, sir."
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"No hesitation," Ethan added.
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Another nod.
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Because hesitation—
Could get everyone killed.
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They got into the car.
Ethan in the back.
Luca beside him.
Kai in the front.
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The drive was silent.
Not tense.
Not nervous.
Just—
Focused.
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Each of them running through their roles.
Their paths.
Their targets.
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The closer they got—
The quieter everything felt.
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Finally—
The car slowed.
Then stopped.
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Far enough from the factory.
Hidden.
Unseen.
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Ethan stepped out first.
His boots hitting the ground with a soft, controlled sound.
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The factory stood in the distance.
Old.
Broken.
But alive.
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He could already see movement.
Guards.
Positions.
Patterns.
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"They've increased security," Kai muttered.
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Ethan nodded once.
"As expected."
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Luca cracked his neck slightly.
"Looks like they're ready for war."
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Ethan's gaze didn't shift.
"They won't be ready enough."
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Silence followed.
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Then—
Ethan turned.
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"Positions."
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That one word—
Was enough.
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They split.
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Kai moved toward the front with his unit.
Heavy presence.
Loud.
Prepared to draw attention.
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Luca moved toward the side entrance.
His team following closely.
Silent.
Precise.
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And Ethan—
Turned toward the back.
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Alone.
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No guards.
No backup.
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Just him.
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The wind brushed lightly against his face as he walked, his steps steady, unhurried. Every movement controlled, every breath measured.
He reached the edge of the back loading area.
Paused.
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Watched.
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Two guards.
Rotating.
Weapons ready.
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He waited.
Timing their movement.
Counting silently.
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Then—
He moved.
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Fast.
Silent.
Deadly.
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Before they could react—
It was already over.
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No noise.
No struggle.
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Just stillness.
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Ethan stepped forward, entering the factory from the back.
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Inside—
Darkness.
Shadows stretching across broken floors.
Old machines standing like ghosts.
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His eyes adjusted quickly.
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He moved deeper.
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Listening.
Watching.
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Above—
Faint movement.
Snipers.
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He tapped his earpiece once.
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"Positions."
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Kai's voice came through, low.
"Ready."
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Luca followed.
"Ready."
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Ethan's gaze shifted toward the direction of the generator.
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"Wait for the signal," he said.
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Silence.
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Then—
He moved again.
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Each step bringing him closer to the center.
Closer to Viktor.
Closer to the end.
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Outside—
The tension built.
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Inside—
The silence sharpened.
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And then—
Ethan reached the generator.
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He looked at it for a brief second.
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Then—
Without hesitation—
He destroyed it.
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The lights—
Cut.
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Darkness swallowed everything.
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And in that exact moment—
His voice came through the comms.
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"Now."
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Chaos erupted.
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Gunshots.
Shouts.
Movement.
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Kai's team attacked from the front.
Loud.
Aggressive.
Drawing every eye.
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Luca's team slipped in from the side.
Silent.
Efficient.
Taking out snipers one by one.
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And in the middle of it all—
Ethan moved forward.
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Through the darkness.
Through the chaos.
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Toward one man.
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Viktor Dragunov.
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Because this time—
There would be no escape.
No delay.
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Only one ending.
The darkness didn't just fall—
It consumed.
One second, the factory had light, structure, control.
The next—
It was chaos wrapped in shadows.
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Shouts erupted instantly.
"Lights out!"
"Positions!"
"Who did that—?!"
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Gunshots cracked through the air, sharp and violent, echoing off the rusted walls like thunder trapped in a cage. Muzzle flashes flickered briefly, illuminating fragments of movement—men running, weapons raised, confusion spreading like fire.
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Ethan didn't stop.
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He moved through it.
Like he belonged to the darkness.
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Every step was calculated.
Every turn intentional.
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A guard rushed from the left—
He didn't even fully see Ethan before it was over.
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Another from the front—
Gone just as quickly.
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No wasted motion.
No hesitation.
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Only precision.
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Through his earpiece, Kai's voice came in, strained but controlled.
"Front engaged. Heavy resistance."
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Gunfire followed his words.
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Luca's voice cut in next.
"Second level secured. Snipers down."
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Ethan didn't respond.
He didn't need to.
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They were doing their part.
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Now—
He would do his.
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He stepped over fallen bodies, his eyes scanning constantly, adjusting to every flicker of movement, every sound. The factory felt alive now—not with purpose, but with panic.
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Men were shouting orders.
Running without direction.
Firing into shadows they couldn't see.
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Because the moment the lights went out—
Control was lost.
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And Ethan thrived in that.
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He reached a central passage.
Paused.
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Voices.
Clearer now.
Closer.
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"…Get the backup power—!"
"…Secure the boss—!"
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Ethan's gaze darkened slightly.
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Viktor.
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He moved again.
Faster now.
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Turning the corner—
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Three guards.
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They barely had time to react.
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One step.
One movement.
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Silence.
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Ethan continued forward.
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His breathing steady.
His heartbeat controlled.
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But inside—
Something burned.
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Not anger.
Not rage.
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Something colder.
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Resolution.
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He reached a larger open area—the main floor center.
Even in the darkness, it was obvious.
This was where everything led.
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And there—
Across the broken concrete floor—
Surrounded by armed men—
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Viktor Dragunov stood.
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Unmoved.
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Even in chaos—
He didn't run.
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Didn't panic.
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He stood like a man who believed—
This was still his ground.
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For a brief second—
The two locked eyes.
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Even through darkness.
Even through distance.
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They saw each other.
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Viktor's expression didn't change.
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But something in his gaze sharpened.
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Recognition.
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"…Ethan."
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His voice carried through the noise.
Low.
Controlled.
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Ethan didn't answer.
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He stepped forward.
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One step closer.
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Around Viktor, his men tightened formation, weapons raised, tension snapping into place like a coiled wire ready to break.
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"You came alone," Viktor said, almost amused.
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A faint smirk touched his lips.
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"Bold."
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Ethan stopped a few steps away.
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His voice, when he finally spoke—
Was calm.
Cold.
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"Enough."
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Gunfire still echoed in the background.
Men still fought.
But in that moment—
It felt distant.
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Because this—
Was the center of it all.
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Viktor tilted his head slightly.
"…You think you can end this?"
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Ethan's eyes didn't leave him.
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"I know I can."
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A pause.
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Then—
Viktor laughed.
Low.
Dark.
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"You're confident."
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Ethan didn't respond.
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Because confidence wasn't something he needed to prove.
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It was something he carried.
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Viktor gestured slightly.
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His men shifted.
Weapons locking onto Ethan.
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"You've walked into your own death," Viktor said.
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Ethan's gaze flicked briefly—
Counting.
Positions.
Angles.
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Then back to Viktor.
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"No," he said quietly.
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A beat of silence.
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"This is yours."
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And in the next second—
Everything moved.
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Gunfire exploded again.
Closer now.
Sharper.
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Ethan moved instantly—
Using the chaos, the shadows, the broken structures around him.
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One by one—
The guards fell.
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Viktor stepped back slightly, his expression finally tightening—not fear, not yet—but awareness.
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Because this wasn't going how it should.
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Not how he planned.
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Not how it was supposed to end.
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From above, Luca's voice cut through the comms.
"Ethan—left side—!"
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Ethan shifted just in time.
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A shot rang past where he stood a second before.
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He turned—
Eliminated the threat—
And kept moving.
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Closer.
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Always closer.
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Because this wasn't just a fight.
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This was the end of a man who thought he couldn't be touched.
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And Ethan—
Was about to prove him wrong.