Page 303 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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Enemy.

I don’t hesitate.

Close-range shot.

He drops two feet from us.

Aspen flinches—but doesn’t break.

Good.

Strong.

Always strong.

“Inside breach!” I shout.

“They’re in!”

Now it’s close quarters.

Now it’s chaos.

No distance.

No clean lines.

Just survival.

I move.

Fast.

Controlled.

Clear the left.

Briggs takes the right.

CIA engages near the entrance.

One of them goes down.

Hit.

They’re not untouchable after all.

“Behind you!” Aspen shouts.

I turn—

Too late to aim.

Not too late to act.

I drive forward.

Shoulder into the attacker.

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