Font Size:
“Boone,” I say.
“Clear,” he replies. “Nothing here.”
“Too clean.”
“Yeah.”
Scout’s voice is quiet beside me.
“He wanted us to find her.”
I look at her.
“Why?”
Her eyes lift to mine.
And for the first time—
I see it.
Not fear.
Understanding.
“He needed us here.”
The second the words leave her mouth—
Everything clicks.
“Out,” I snap. “Now.”
We move fast.
No hesitation.
No questions.
Boone signals the team.
“Move, move!”
We push toward the exit, tight formation, Scout and Tessa between us.
Three steps from the door—
Russ’s voice cuts in sharp.
“Logan—WAIT—”
Too late.
The back wall explodes.
Not fire.
Not heat.
