Page 337 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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I step in.
“Where?”
He turns the tablet toward me.
Coordinates.
Remote.
Mountain range.
Higher elevation.
More isolated.
More secure.
My jaw tightens.
“That’s not a hideout,” I say.
“No,” he agrees.
“It’s a stronghold.”
The team feels it.
That shift.
That moment where everything clicks into place.
This is it.
This is where they’ve been heading.
This is where it ends.
Or starts something worse.
“We need to move now,” I say.
No hesitation.
No debate.
Because we’ve come too far.
Because too many people are depending on this.
Because Tank didn’t die for us to stop halfway.
Briggs checks his weapon.
“About time.”
The CIA agent studies me.
“You realize what this is,” he says.
