Page 338 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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“Yeah,” I reply.
“A fortified position.”
“Good.”
“Defensive layers.”
“Better.”
“Kill zone.”
I finally look at him.
Meet his gaze.
Cold.
Steady.
“Perfect.”
Silence.
Then—
A slow nod.
Like he finally understands.
We’re not backing off.
We’re not circling.
We’re not waiting for permission.
We’re ending this.
We load up.
Engines start.
The mountain looms ahead.
Dark.
Unforgiving.
Hiding everything we’ve been chasing.
I glance once at the horizon behind us.
Where the Tavern sits.
Where she is.
Safe.
Because I left her there.
