Page 95 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Havoc
Nevada hits different.
Dry.
Open.
Unforgiving.
Exactly the kind of place people disappear.
We roll into position just outside Reno.
Warehouse district.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
Blaze studies the building through binoculars.
“Movement inside.”
Wolf checks the perimeter.
“Guards posted. Armed.”
Ace cracks his neck.
“Looks like a party.”
I study the layout.
Compare it to Tank’s map.
Everything lines up.
This is it.
The hub.
The center of everything he died trying to expose.
I key the comm.
“We go in clean,” I say.
“No mistakes.”
The team nods.
Ready.
Locked in.
For a second—
