The transit-gate deposited them into vacuum-cold and the smell of recycled air, and Jax was moving before the others had fully resolved from transit shimmer — three steps toward the access panel on the near wall, hand already reaching, muscle memory from a life he had systematically deleted.
He stopped himself.
Stood with his hand six centimeters from the panel and made himself take a full breath.
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