Page 261 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Havoc
The door closes behind the Magnolia Ladies.
And just like that—
The air shifts again.
Back to heavy.
Back to sharp.
Back to dangerous.
No one laughs now.
No one breathes easy.
Because we all know—
That was the break.
This is the reality.
I don’t move right away.
Just stand there.
Listening.
Watching.
Waiting.
The CIA agents regroup near the center of the room, quieter now, more focused.
Less posturing.
More intent.
Good.
That means we’re getting somewhere.
Or they think we are.
“Alright,” I say finally.
The word cuts clean through the silence.
Every eye turns.
Mine land on the lead agent.
“You’ve got five minutes,” I tell him.
His brow lifts slightly.
