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Headlights blaze through the storm.
Not one vehicle.
Multiple.
Fast.
Aggressive.
Unstoppable.
Tires tear across gravel.
Engines roar.
And then—
The night erupts.
Automatic fire rips through the attackers from the outside.
Clean.
Controlled.
Devastating.
One of the men in the hallway jerks violently as rounds punch through him from behind.
He drops before he even knows what hit him.
Jase blinks once.
Then—
A grin.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
“About damn time.”
I don’t lower my weapon.
Not yet.
Because we still don’t know—
Friend or enemy.
But then a voice cuts through the storm.
Commanding.
Familiar.
“Delta Five! Move!”
