Page 112 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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The comm goes quiet.
Too quiet.
“Trigger?” I say.
No answer.
My grip tightens on the radio.
“Trigger, report.”
Static.
Then—
“They’re secure.”
The breath I’ve been holding finally leaves my chest.
Not relief.
Not completely.
But enough.
“Status?” I ask.
“Two down. One fled. Sheriff’s on scene.”
I close my eyes for half a second.
Two down.
Which means they didn’t come to scare.
They came to take.
“And Aspen?” I ask.
The name comes out before I can stop it.
A pause.
Too long.
“Shaken,” Trigger says finally.
“But she held it together.”
Of course she did.
That’s who she is.
“And Dylan?”
