Page 300 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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Returning fire with precision.

But I’m not watching them.

I’m watching everything else.

Because someone out there?

Is leading this.

And they’re not amateurs.

Aspen grips my arm.

“T-They knew we’d be here…”

“Yeah,” I say.

No point lying.

“They were waiting.”

Which means—

We’ve got a leak.

I don’t say it out loud.

Not yet.

But the thought locks in.

Hard.

Gunfire intensifies.

Closer now.

“They’re pushing!” Briggs yells.

Of course they are.

They want inside.

They want the box.

They want what Tank died protecting.

Not happening.

I shift again.

Faster this time.

Step out—fire—move.

Another one goes down.

“Fall back inside the barn!” I order.

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