Page 290 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Havoc
The second I see the agent move—
I know.
Not hesitation.
Not curiosity.
Intent.
His hand comes out.
Slow.
Controlled.
Like he already owns what’s sitting in front of me.
“Careful,” he says, voice calm. “That needs to come with us.”
No.
I don’t even look at him.
My hand closes over the box first.
Solid.
Final.
“Not happening,” I say.
The air shifts instantly.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
Behind me, I feel Aspen go still.
Feel the tension roll through the team.
Weapons aren’t raised—
But they’re close.
Too close.
The agent doesn’t pull his hand back.
“Those materials are classified,” he says.
“They’re not yours,” I reply.
His jaw tightens.
