Page 57 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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The files open.

Folders.

Coordinates.

Photos.

My stomach tightens.

“Pull up the main file.”

A document opens.

Black screen.

White text.

One line at the top.

IF YOU’RE READING THIS, I DIDN’T MAKE IT BACK.

I go still.

Saint goes quiet on the other end.

I read.

This isn’t just trafficking.

This is infrastructure.

Routes. Safe houses. Supply chains.

Nevada is the hub.

Montana is the testing ground.

Texas… is next.

My jaw tightens.

“Keep going,” I mutter.

I couldn’t bringthis through official channels.

Too many leaks.

Too many people compromised.

If they find this… they’ll come after my family.

The words hit like a punch.

I glance toward the hallway.

Toward Aspen.

Toward Dylan.

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