Page 310 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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“How far off-books?” Wolf asks.
The agent hesitates.
Then—
“No oversight.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Real.
That means no rules.
No chain of command.
No accountability.
Exactly the kind of people who would run something like this.
“Rogue?” I ask.
His jaw tightens.
“Depends who you ask.”
“Try me.”
He exhales.
“They were built to handle problems no one else could touch. Or worse problems no one wanted out.”
There it is.
The justification.
The lie they tell themselves.
“And now?” I press.
His gaze flicks to the bodies.
Then back to me.
“Now they’re the problem.”
Yeah.
That tracks.
Aspen steps closer behind me.
I feel her.
Hear her breath catch.
“Are those the men who took grandpa?” she asks.
