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“Hold the line!”

Because out there?

They’ve got cover.

In here?

We control the angles.

The team moves.

Tight.

Disciplined.

No panic.

No hesitation.

Aspen stays glued to me.

Exactly where I need her.

Good.

“Right side breach!” someone shouts.

I turn—

Just in time to see a figure rush the side door.

Fast.

Weapon up.

I fire.

He drops hard.

Slides across the dirt.

Doesn’t get back up.

“Door secured!” I call.

But something doesn’t sit right.

This isn’t just pressure.

This is coordination.

This is a retrieval team.

And they’re not stopping.

“Flash incoming!” a voice yells—

Too late.