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You survive.
Ethan leans out further.
“Move your asses!”
Didn’t need to tell me twice.
I grab Mila again—pull her toward the edge as the chopper dips low.
Daniel is right behind us.
One by one—
We jump.
Hands grab us.
Haul us in.
The moment Mila clears the edge, I’m right after her.
The helicopter surges upward instantly.
No hesitation.
No second chances.
Below us—
The facility erupts.
A chain of explosions ripping through the structure.
Fire.
Smoke.
Destruction.
Gone.
Just like that.
I collapse back against the interior wall, chest heaving.
Mila is beside me.
Alive.
Safe.
For now.
Our hands are still locked together.
Neither of us lets go.
Ethan steps toward us, eyes sharp.
