Page 132 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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I tried to sit up anyway.

Because that’s what I do.

Because stopping isn’t in me.

Wolf appears through the dust.

“You took the blast,” he says.

“Lucky me.”

Blood drips down my arm.

Warm.

Steady.

Blaze grabs my vest and raises me to a sitting position.

“Sit still, Havoc.”

“I’m fine.”

He glares at me.

“You’re not.”

He’s right.

But that doesn’t matter.

“Status?” I ask.

“Building’s clear,” Ace says. “But it was a trap.”

Of course it was.

I nod once.

Processing.

Adapting.

Moving forward.

Because that’s what we do.

Even when it hurts.

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