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Too clean.
Too coordinated.
“They’ve got eyes in the air and on the ground,” I say.
“Two teams,” Mila adds. “At least.”
I glance at her.
She’s not panicking.
Not even close.
She’s tracking.
Analyzing.
Adapting.
Dangerous.
Hell… she’sbuiltfor this.
“You’ve done this before,” I say.
Not a question.
Her jaw tightens.
“…not like this.”
That tells me everything I need to know.
Mila
The helicopter circles above us.
Not firing now.
Watching.
Waiting.
They think they have us boxed.
They think this is over.
They’re wrong.
“They’re guiding us into a choke point,” I say quickly.
Jase nods once.
“Then we don’t go where they want.”
“Agreed.”
A beat.
