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Navarro thinks he trapped us.
He’s wrong.
The plane touches down with nineteen minutes left on the timer.
A Pueblo police helicopter waits near the runway.
Three unmarked SUVs sit behind it with engines running.
A bomb-squad commander meets us at the bottom of the plane steps.
“Sergeant Ellis,” he says. “My team is at the depot.”
“Sean Campbell.”
“I know who you are.”
His gaze moves over Kane, Trent, Holt, Arthur, Taylor, and Will.
“You were Delta.”
“We were.”
“Then you know my people control the device.”
“Yes.”
“Your people handle the armed threat.”
“Yes.”
“And the two women stay in the command vehicle.”
Sage opens her mouth.
I look at her.
She closes it again.
Hayley touches my arm.
“We’ll stay.”
“Thank you.”
“That doesn’t mean we won’t help.”
“I know.”
Sergeant Ellis looks between us.
“You have an interesting family.”
“You have no idea.”
We divide between the SUVs.
Police clear every intersection between the airport and the depot.
