Page 309 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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“Say it,” I repeat.
Quieter this time.
More dangerous.
Silence stretches.
Then—
“Black Division,” he says.
The name lands wrong.
Like it shouldn’t exist.
Like it was never meant to be said out loud.
Briggs lets out a low curse.
“What the hell is that?”
The agent rubs a hand across his jaw.
Thinking.
Weighing.
Then—
“It’s not official,” he says.
That doesn’t help.
“That’s not an answer,” I reply.
His eyes flick to me.
Sharp.
“It’s not supposed to exist.”
That helps even less.
I straighten slowly.
Turn.
Face him fully now.
“Try again.”
A beat.
Then—
“It’s a splinter unit,” he says. “Off-books. Black operations.”
My stomach tightens.
