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Then—
“We go through them.”
I look at him.
Really look at him.
Bleeding.
Exhausted.
Still standing like nothing in this world could take him down.
“You’re insane,” I mutter.
“Yeah,” he says.
Then softer—
“Stay close.”
Jase
We move fast.
Low.
Cutting hard left instead of east.
Breaking their pattern.
Gunfire adjusts instantly.
Too slow.
They didn’t expect that.
Good.
I spot movement through the trees—
Two operators advancing.
Tight formation.
Professional.
Not amateurs.
“Contact,” I say.
“I see them.”
“On three.”
She doesn’t argue.
Doesn’t question.
