Page 225 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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I feel my stomach drop.
“What is it?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer right away.
Just studies the building.
The windows.
The doors.
Every angle.
Then—
“Too quiet,” he says.
My pulse spikes.
“Didn’t you already clear it?”
“We did,” he replies.
Not reassuring.
At all.
He looks back at me.
At my grandfather.
At the way I’m still holding on like I’ll never let go again.
His expression shifts.
Just for a second.
Something softer.
Then it’s gone.
“Ace,” he calls. “Take point. Slow entry.”
Ace nods.
Signals the others.
They move ahead.
Careful.
Precise.
The door opens.
No one rushes in.
No one speaks.
