Page 287 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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Behind me—

“That’s it,” Aspen breathes.

Yeah.

It is.

I set it on the floor.

Everyone gathers closer.

Even the CIA.

I feel them.

Watching.

Waiting.

Hungry.

I don’t open it right away.

Instead—

I look at Aspen.

Her eyes are locked on it.

Fear.

Hope.

Everything in between.

“You ready?” I ask.

She nods.

Barely.

I open the box.

Inside—

Oilcloth.

Wrapped tight.

Protected.

I unfold it slowly.

And there it is.

Maps.

Hand-drawn.

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