XP at the Ready

Green screen glow, red line map. Coffee rings on a classified path.

XP, check. We don't wait for the sirens. We live three

moves ahead. War game every horizon. Run routes in our head.

Stack plans like a playbook, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie,

then when one door slams at midnight, we're kicking in the next again.

Already playing. No panic in the pressure. No guesswork in the dark.

We don't rise to the moment, we rise to the mark. XP at the

ready. XP! XP! Every second, every inch.