Page 348 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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“Good,” I reply.

Because now they come to us.

First contact hits fast.

Two men round the corner—

Weapons up.

Too slow.

We drop them instantly.

Move past.

No hesitation.

No pause.

The place is bigger than it looked.

Layered.

Hallways branching.

Rooms sealed.

Cameras—

Not anymore.

I take one out.

Then another.

“Control room has to be central,” I say.

“Yeah,” Briggs replies. “Or underground.”

Tunnels.

Of course.

Gunfire erupts behind us.

CIA hitting their side.

Louder.

Less controlled.

They’re drawing attention.

Good.

Let them.

We push deeper.

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