Just—
“Ready.”
Yeah.
That shouldn’t feel as good as it does.
Mila
One.
Two—
Three.
We break cover together.
Everything narrows.
Focus.
Breath.
Trigger.
I fire first.
Clean shot.
Center mass.
One down.
Jase takes the second before the man even hits the ground.
Efficient.
Lethal.
Terrifying.
We don’t stop moving.
We can’t.
“They’ll adjust,” I say.
“They already are.”
The helicopter shifts overhead—
Lower.
Closer.
Too close.
Jase
