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“They’ve escalated,” she says.
“No,” I reply.
Worse.
“They’ve locked us in.”
The drone circles once—
Then stops.
Right above us.
“They know exactly where we are.”
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Mila
Location: Forest Floor — Under Drone Surveillance
Time: Continuous
The hum doesn’t stop.
It hovers.
Patient.
Precise.
Watching.
“They’re scanning,” I whisper.
Jase doesn’t look up again.
He doesn’t need to.
“Yeah.”
“How long before they—”
“Already have.”
My stomach drops.
The drone shifts slightly overhead.
Adjusting.
Locking.
“They’re triangulating,” I say.
“Then we move before they finish.”
He grabs my hand again—
