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I take him before he can recover.
We don’t slow down.
Can’t.
The ridge line is ahead—but so are they.
More movement.
More shadows.
“They’re tightening the perimeter,” Mila says, breath even, mind sharp.
“Yeah,” I reply. “Which means we break it.”
“How?”
I glance at her.
Grin.
“We go through them.”
She shakes her head.
“…of course we do…”
But there’s something else there now.
Not doubt.
Not exactly.
Something closer to—
Trust.
That’s new.
We hit the tree line.
Darkness swallows us again.
Better.
But not safe.
Never safe.
A sharp crack cuts through the air—
Too clean.
Too precise.
Sniper.
“Down!” I shout.
