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Steady.
Certain.
“They’re in control.”
Gunfire erupts again in the distance.
Closer.
Closing in.
And now—
We’re not just running from hunters.
We’re running from someone who already knows
every move we’re going to make.
16
Jase
Location: Lower Ridge — Moving Fast
Time: Early Afternoon
We don’t speak for the first hundred yards.
Not because there’s nothing to say.
Because there’s too much.
Ford.
Helix.
Embedded assets.
And the fact that if Ford is involved—
This isn’t a hunt.
It’s containment.
“They’re not chasing us,” I say finally.
Mila keeps pace beside me.
Focused.
Sharp.
Dangerous as hell.
“No,” she agrees. “They’re steering us.”
Yeah.
