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“We disagreed.”
I let that settle.
Let it sink in.
Because this?
This isn’t small.
This is career-ending. The Delta Five could be shut down for less.
Court-martial level.
“You’re risking everything,” I say.
Ethan meets my eyes.
Steady.
Unshaken.
“Mila already is.”
That hits.
Harder than it should.
Silence stretches between us.
Heavy.
Charged.
“She didn’t run,” I say finally.
Low.
Certain.
Cal nods once.
“We know.”
Lance steps forward,tossing me something.
I catch it on instinct.
Pain flares.
I ignore it.
Keys.
“Vehicle’s fueled,” Lance says.
“No trackers. No digital trail.”
Jason cracks his neck.
