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“Clear,” he says calmly.
God, I love that man’s timing.
We keep moving.
Hard.
Fast.
Relentless.
Until—
“Hold!” Jase snaps.
We stop in a tight formation behind a cluster of rock and brush.
Silence crashes down around us.
No immediate pursuit.
No gunfire.
Just wind.
And breath.
And the realization—
We made it out.
Barely.
I lean slightly against the rock, forcing my breathing to steady.
Jase is in front of me instantly.
“Talk to me,” he says.
“I’m fine.”
He doesn’t buy it.
But this time?
He lets it go.
For now.
“Perimeter,” he orders.
The team spreads out again.
Watching.
Waiting.
But there’s a shift now.
