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The twins did not waste even a second on questions.
They turned at once.
Sekhmet moved on. He did not wake Bat Bat.
Not yet.
Bat Bat was useful in a fight and a disaster in a stealth response. He needed discipline first, not chaos in child form sprinting through the house screaming about war.
He returned to his room, grabbed the communicating stone again, and called Raka.
The reply came faster than usual.
"Master."
"Move," Sekhmet said. "Now. Bring your men. The Dawn auction house is under active infiltration by Dickon Iron and over fifty fighters. I want your people around the outer routes immediately. No public shouting. No city-wide noise. Surround the auction house quietly."
Raka did not hesitate.
"Yes, master."
Sekhmet continued.
"You do not engage until I say or unless they try to flee with stolen goods. Your priority is containment."
"Yes, master."
"Bring enough men to seal exits."
"Yes."
The stone dimmed.
