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“Jase…” she murmurs.
“I know.”
No good angle.
No cover.
No time.
Then—
A familiar sound cuts through the chaos.
Low.
Powerful.
Rotors.
My head snaps up.
And I grin.
Because I know that sound.
A helicopter crests the edge of the building—
Fast.
Aggressive.
Controlled chaos.
The side door slides open—
And there they are.
Delta Five.
Ethan at the door.
Ronan behind him.
Weapons already firing.
“GET DOWN!” Ethan roars.
We drop.
Gunfire rains from above, tearing through the squad in seconds.
Clean.
Efficient.
Dominant.
The kind of force you don’t fight.
