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Everything else disappears.
The threat.
The mission.
The betrayal.
All of it.
Gone.
Until—
Gunfire explodes behind us.
15
Mila
Location: Rock Crevice — Concealed Ridge Shelter
Time: Continuous
The second the gunfire hits—
We run.
No discussion.
No plan.
Just instinct.
Jase grabs my hand—tight, unyielding—and pulls me down the slope toward a jagged break in the rock face I hadn’t even noticed.
“Here,” he snaps.
We slip inside—
And suddenly—
Everything changes.
It’s small.
Too small.
The kind of space designed by nature to trap, not protect.
Rock walls press in on both sides.
Barely enough room to stand.
Barely enough room to breathe.
Definitely not enough room for two people—
And yet—
