Page 332 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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Leading away from the site.

My jaw tightens.

“They’re still out there,” I say.

Briggs nods.

“Command element?”

“Yeah.”

The real ones.

The ones running this.

The ones who killed Tank.

I straighten.

Turn toward the tree line.

Dark.

Endless.

Waiting.

“They’re not running,” I say quietly.

“They’re repositioning.”

Because people like this?

They don’t retreat.

They reset.

I check my weapon.

Lock it in.

And then—

“We move,” I order.

Because now?

Now we’re not just stopping shipments.

We’re hunting leadership.

And I don’t stop until I find them.

Not after what I’ve seen.

Not after what they’ve done.

And definitely not after what they tried to take.

Because this war?

It ends with them.

Or it ends with me.

And I don’t plan on losing.

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