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Check my surroundings.
Listen.
Always listen.
Then—
A voice.
Not from the ravine.
Not from the team.
From above.
From the helicopter.
Calm.
Controlled.
Familiar.
“…impressive.”
My stomach tightens.
“Ford,” I say under my breath.
Jase
Of course he’s watching.
Of course he is.
Coward.
“You’re exceeding projections,” Ford continues, voice carrying through a speaker.
I tense.
Don’t like that wording.
Not one bit.
“Stop talking,” I snap.
He ignores me.
Naturally.
“You were never meant to operate independently,” Ford says.
Mila doesn’t respond.
But I can see it—
That shift.
