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His face betrayed nothing, but his eyes—they were cornered animal eyes. “Evening, Nakamura,”I replied smoothly, leaning back in my chair with casual grace, though the distance between us was bridged by more than a thirteen-hour time difference. I wanted him to feel it—the reminder that across oceans, across borders, I still had a hand on the knife at his throat. “You wanted a personal update on the Manhattan project. I prefer to deliver those myself.” His lips pressed together, skeptical. “The reports show progress. But reports can be… optimistic.”