The message didn't disappear.
It stayed.
"Phase 2 Initiated."
Jared stared at it.
"…timing is immediate," he said.
"…I hate that already," Iris replied.
"…expected."
Below the message—
Coordinates.
Not random.
Precise.
"…location is intentional," Jared said.
"…so… trap."
"…yes."
"…and we're going."
"…yes."
"…I KNEW IT."
Jared stood.
Calm.
Too calm.
Because now—
Everything aligned.
Trigger.
Response.
Escalation.
Now—
Phase shift.
"…this is different," he said.
"…how."
"…they're not testing small reactions anymore."
A pause.
"…they want a result."
Silence.
Iris swallowed.
"…and what kind of result is that?"
Jared looked at her.
"…unknown."
"…that's not comforting."
"…accurate."
He grabbed his bag.
Minimal items.
Maximum efficiency.
"…we go now."
"…wait—"
She stopped him.
"…this could be bad."
"…yes."
"…like REALLY bad."
"…yes."
"…and you're still calm?"
A pause.
"…processing."
"…YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT."
Jared walked toward the door.
Didn't hesitate.
Iris followed.
Because now—
There was no turning back.