Page 330 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Return fire.
But they’re not ready.
Not for this.
Not for us.
I move fast.
Close distance.
Take one down near the trucks.
Another tries to run—
Briggs gets him.
“Truck secured!” someone yells.
“Second vehicle clear!”
“Third—moving!”
I pivot—
Catch the last man trying to climb into the driver’s seat.
Two shots.
Done.
Silence falls.
Fast.
Heavy.
Final.
I move to the truck.
Rip the door open.
Look inside.
And everything in me tightens.
Women.
Children.
Terrified.
Silent.
Watching.
Waiting.
