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Something else.
Something far more dangerous.
“…you already did,” Jase says.
Jase
Distance closes.
Fast.
Too fast for them to adjust.
The guy holding her shifts—tries to reposition—weapon coming up—
Too slow.
I hit him hard—
Full force—
Driving him backward into the rock wall—
His grip breaks—
Mila drops—
I catch her before she hits—
Pull her behind me—
Then turn.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
The second man fires—
I move—
Barely—
Shot grazes past—
Too close—
I fire back—
Once.
Clean.
He drops.
Mila
It happens so fastI barely process it.
