Page 311 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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The agent nods once.
“Yes.”
Her voice tightens.
“And Tank?”
A pause.
Then—
“Yes,” he says again.
That hits.
Harder.
Because now we know.
Tank didn’t just get caught in something.
He got taken out by somethingdesignedto disappear people.
Something trained to clean up messes.
Something that doesn’t leave witnesses.
My grip tightens on the patch.
“They’re running the pipeline,” I say.
The agent nods slowly.
“Or controlling it.”
Same difference.
Worse, actually.
Because that means—
This isn’t just crime.
This is infrastructure.
Systematic.
Organized.
Protected.
I glance down at the maps again.
The tunnels.
The routes.
The names.
