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Jase
Yeah.
They have no idea what they just walked into.
I shift slightly behind her.
Still here.
Still watching.
Still ready—
Even if my body’s not cooperating the way I want it to.
“You’re not doing this alone,” I say low.
She doesn’t look back.
Doesn’t need to.
“I know.”
That—
That lands.
Hard.
Because she means it.
Not just right now.
Not just in this moment.
But all the way through.
Gunfire erupts.
Close.
Violent.
Unforgiving.
But this time—
They’re not chasing us.
They’re not controlling the fight.
We are.
21
Mila
Location: Ravine — Close Quarters Engagement
