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“Then we move fast.”
Logan’s voice comes through again.
“Approaching target building.”
The helicopter dips lower.
I can see the tower now.
Dark glass.
Thirty stories tall.
A helipad on the roof.
And lights glowing from the upper floor.
Boone follows my gaze.
“That her?”
“Yes.”
River nods once.
“Then that’s where we land.”
My hands tremble slightly over the keyboard.
Boone notices immediately.
“Hey.”
I glance up.
His eyes are steady.
Calm.
Grounded.
“I missed the second signal once,” I say quietly.
“You won’t miss it again,” he replies.
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve watched you work.”
Something in my chest tightens.
The helicopter begins descending.
Rotor blades pounding the air.
