Page 247 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Havoc
Idon’t move.
Not much.
Not physically.
But everything inside me?
Locked.
Loaded.
Ready.
The CIA agents spread out across the Tavern like they belong here.
Like they’ve already decided how this ends.
They haven’t.
Not even close.
Because as long as I’m standing—
No one touches them.
Not Aspen.
Not the kid.
Not the old man who can barely remember where he is.
My gaze tracks every movement.
Every shift of a hand.
Every glance exchanged.
I don’t trust any of it.
“Perimeter’s holding,” Briggs mutters quietly at my side.
“Let’s keep it that way,” I reply.
He nods.
Doesn’t question it.
Because he knows.
We all know.
This isn’t just about the men we took down tonight anymore.
This is bigger.
