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Clean extraction.
No casualties on our side.
But something feels wrong.
I can't shake it.
My phone buzzes.
I pull it out.
Unknown number.
I answer.
"Yeah."
"Silas."
It's one of the men I left at the safehouse.
His voice is tight.
Urgent.
Panicked.
I freeze.
"Go ahead," I say.
My voice is low.
Controlled.
But my heart is alreadyracing.
"It's Nick," he says.
"Becca's been gone for over an hour."
"She went for a walk."
"Said she needed private time."
"He gave her space."
"But she's not back yet."
My blood runs cold.
"What do you mean she's not back?" I say.
My voice is hard.
Dangerous.
"Nick went to check on her," he says.
