Page 144 of Jase


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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.