Page 314 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Everything I care about—
Right in the line of fire.
And now I know what we’re up against.
A ghost unit.
Off-books.
No rules.
No limits.
No conscience.
Perfect.
I look back at the agent.
“You said they don’t have oversight,” I say.
“That’s right.”
“Good.”
His brow furrows.
“Why is that good?”
I meet his gaze.
Let him see it.
The decision.
The shift.
The war.
“Because neither do we.”
Silence.
Then—
Briggs lets out a low, satisfied breath.
“About time.”
The agent studies me.
Long.
Hard.
Like he’s finally understanding what this is.
What I am.
