Page 297 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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“Ambush!” Briggs yells.

The CIA agents pivot instantly.

Returning fire.

And just like that—

The standoff is gone.

Replaced by something worse.

Because now?

We’re not just dealing with them.

We’re dealing with whoever wants that box bad enough to come in shooting.

I grab Aspen.

Pull her down behind the beam.

“Stay with me!” I snap.

“I’m here!” she fires back.

Good.

Gunfire cracks through the wood.

Splinters fly.

Someone screams.

“Left side!” a Ranger shouts.

“I see them!” another answers.

I risk a glance—

Shadows moving through the trees.

Multiple.

Organized.

Not random.

They knew we’d be here.

Of course they did.

Because this?

This was never just about finding the maps.

This was about who gets them.

I tighten my grip on the box.

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