“Golden Team is just one.”
Adam’s gaze sharpens.
“What else?”
“Private SAR units.”
“Volunteer response groups.”
“Former military contractors.”
“Emergency coordinators.”
Russ lets out a slow breath.
“That’s a hell of a recruiting pool.”
“Or a targeting list,” Adam says.
That lands heavy.
Because he’s right.
If someone wanted to eliminate the best responders in the country—
This would be the perfect way to track them.
Wren shakes her head.
“I don’t think they’re targeting them.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
She gestures toward the screen.
“Because they’re organizing them.”
The words settle across the room.
Adam leans forward slightly.
“For what?”
“That’s the part we don’t know yet.”
I look back at the map.
At the hundreds of quiet nodes spread across the western states.
Churches.
Rescue groups.
Volunteer teams.
