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Weapons ready—
And then—
HELL breaks loose.
Jase
Oh yeah.
That’s my team.
And they are not happy.
Gunfire rains down from above—
Precise.
Controlled.
Devastating.
The men behind us drop fast—
One after another—
No wasted shots.
No hesitation.
Just pure, lethal efficiency.
Mila
Ropes drop from the helicopter—
Two men slide down fast—
One hits the ground running—
The other covers—
Both moving like this is second nature.
Because it is.
“Move!” one of them shouts.
“Now!”
I don’t hesitate.
I grab Jase—
Pull him forward—
“Stay with me,” I whisper.
Jase
