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Shouts.
Confusion.
We move.
I'm through the door first.
The room is chaos.
Four guards.
Blinded.
Disoriented.
I put two rounds in the first one.
Jace takes the second.
Carter and another operator—Mills—drop the other two.
Four seconds.
Four bodies.
The girls are huddled in the corner.
Six of them.
Inez is there.
I recognize her from the photos Becca showed me.
Dark hair.
Bruised face.
Terrified eyes.
But alive.
"We're here to help," I say.
My voice is firm.
Calm.
"We're getting you out."
One of the girls starts crying.
Another just stares.
Inez looks at me.
Her eyes narrow.
"Who are you?" she asks.
