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Another down.
But there are too many.
Too many angles.
Too many—
A bullet slams into the ground inches from my feet.
Another hits the rock beside me.
We’re exposed.
Too exposed.
This isn’t sustainable.
Jase
No.
No, no—
This is wrong.
She shouldn’t be the one standing there.
She shouldn’t be the one—
I push forward—
Try to take position—
But my vision swims hard—
Body gives—
And I drop to one knee.
Damn it.
“Jase!” she snaps.
“I’m fine,” I lie.
Badly.
Mila
He’s going down.
I can see it now.
Really see it.
This isn’t just bad—
This is critical.
