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Actually see her.

The omega suspended by improvised harness, silver-green eyes scanning upward through metal mesh with tactical awareness that speaks to enhanced training and systematic preparation. Features matured from adolescent potential into stunning reality—aristocratic cheekbones and full lips that promise both sweetness and strategic precision.

But it's the hair that provides absolute confirmation beyond olfactory recognition or wishful thinking. Magenta roots bleeding into teal tips with perfect color saturation that defies institutional conditioning designed to eliminate individual expression.

The signature pattern that marked her as unique even among enhanced subjects, visual identification that transcends time and circumstance.

Jinx.

Her name forms in my mind with devastating certainty as emotion crashes through barriers constructed for psychological survival during extended separation.

Not hope or desperate fantasy, but recognition of presence that makes six years of systematic isolation feel like preparation for this singular moment of reunion.

I crouch down immediately, bringing my face closer to the grating that separates us while providing a clear line of sight for visual confirmation.

My enhanced vision takes in every detail with desperate thoroughness—the subtle changes that maturity has brought,evidence of experiences accumulated during external existence, proof that institutional memory hadn't diminished her essential self despite separation and manipulation.

Below me, some institutional alpha struggles against restraints while eyeing her with predatory assessment that makes my jaw clench with protective fury. His chains limit tactical capability, but proximity to my omega triggers territorial responses that transcend rational evaluation of actual threat level.

"You're trapped now," the restrained alpha declares with malicious satisfaction that suggests tactical advantage despite obvious limitation.

He’s drifting closer to her, and I can see the rooted excitement that gleams in the depths of his eyes. His thoughts that surely circulate around finally capturing his prey only make every hair on my body rise at the territorial threat to what’s mine.

"I'll enjoy choking you when I get my hands on that pretty neck."

The threat sends rage through my system with volcanic intensity—judicial calm shattered against the primitive need to protect my pack member from direct menace.

Enhanced alpha instincts roar against separation that prevents immediate intervention, against mechanical barriers that keep me from eliminating threat with swift efficiency.

But she responds with characteristic precision that reminds me why tactical capability transcends simple designation dynamics in her case.

"When it comes to gravity," she observes with clinical detachment that cuts through alpha posturing like a surgical blade, "what goes up must come down."

Understanding dawns as gravitational systems activate according to her prediction—artificial manipulation endingwith violent suddenness that transforms floating threat into falling victim.

The alpha's scream echoes through the chamber with acoustic properties that amplify terror as concrete rushes up to meet enhanced bone structure at terminal velocity.

Impact resonates through flooring with force that suggests multiple fractures at minimum—ribs, spine, extremities absorbing collision damage beyond normal healing parameters despite pharmaceutical enhancement.

His outcry follows collision with satisfying confirmation that immediate threat has been neutralized through environmental manipulation rather than direct combat engagement.

Yet my attention remains fixed on Jinx's precarious positioning—suspended by improvised harness that demonstrates tactical adaptation under extreme circumstances.

The solution speaks to enhanced training and quick thinking that transcends institutional expectations for omega problem-solving capability.

Magnificent.

She hangs there breathless, silver-green eyes scanning chamber parameters while calculating extraction strategies with visible precision. Enhanced spatial awareness evaluates options with methodical thoroughness despite obvious physical discomfort and unstable positioning.

I find myself crouching lower against the grating—drawn by magnetic need to minimize distance despite mechanical separation, as if proximity might somehow bridge the gap between observation and actual reunion.

Part of me still questions thereality of her presence, wondering if extended isolation has finally triggered hallucinations detailed enough to encompass sensory confirmation.

But her scent continues flooding atmospheric systems with authentic complexity that defies artificial replication—biological signature evolved through natural development rather than laboratory synthesis. The fragrance carries emotional resonance that synthetic approximation could never achieve, touching memories preserved through years of systematic suppression.

That's when she looks up.

Silver-green eyes meet mine through metal mesh with impact that steals coherent thought and replaces it with electrical recognition.