Page 231 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Doors open.
Not rushed.
Not chaotic.
Disciplined.
That tells me everything.
Briggs moves to my side.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” he murmurs.
“Yeah.”
He exhales.
“Great.”
Boots hit the gravel.
Measured.
Controlled.
Like they own the ground they’re walking on.
I don’t like that either.
“Positions,” I say quietly.
The team shifts subtly.
Not aggressive.
But not relaxed.
No one here is handing anything over without a fight.
The front door handle twist, but it’s locked.
No knock.
Just—
Ace opens it.
And they walk in.
Five of them.
Clean.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Dressed like they belong anywhere they step.
