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Voice low.
Deadly.
“She is.”
I move toward the vehicle.
The team falling in around me.
Not behind.
Not ahead.
Beside.
And just like that—
This isn’t a rescue anymore.
This is a hunt.
27
Mila
Location: Backroads — Outside City Limits
Time: 02:47
The road narrows.
Trees closing in.
Dark swallowing everything beyond my headlights.
Perfect.
They’re still behind me.
Closer now.
More aggressive.
No more pretending this is anything but a kill chase.
I glance in the mirror.
Two vehicles.
Tight formation.
Disciplined.
Not amateurs.
“Alright,” I murmur.
“Let’s see how good you really are.”
