Page 245 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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And I realize something in that moment—

This isn’t just about me anymore.

This isn’t just about grandpa or Dylan.

This is bigger.

Darker.

More dangerous than anything I’ve faced before.

And somehow—

I’m standing right in the middle of it.

The agent exhales slowly.

Then—

“Fine,” he says.

Just like that.

Too easy.

My stomach twists.

Because that doesn’t feel like a win.

That feels like a move.

A calculated one.

“We’ll do this your way,” he continues.

Havoc doesn’t relax.

Neither do I.

“Good,” Havoc replies.

The agent nods once.

Then turns slightly.

“Set up,” he orders his team.

They move immediately.

Phones out.

Devices I don’t recognize.

Quiet conversations.

Controlled.

Efficient.

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