Page 305 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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“Clear,” he says.

I nod.

But I don’t relax.

Not yet.

Not when something still feels—

Wrong.

Too clean.

Too fast.

Too targeted.

I look down at the man closest to me.

The one I dropped first.

His gear—

Professional.

Not random.

Not local.

This was a job.

A contract.

My jaw tightens.

“Search them,” I order.

The team moves.

Fast.

Efficient.

One of the guys kneels.

Checks a body.

Then—

“Boss…”

Something in his tone shifts everything.

I walk over.

Slow.

Controlled.

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