Focused.
Locked in.
“Blunt force trauma—he took a hit to the vest a few times and kept going,” Lucas reports. “He collapsed after crossing the border.”
There’s a pause.
Just a fraction of a second.
But I hear it.
Feel it.
Then—
“Let’s not lose him,” Russ says.
Calm.
Deadly serious.
Command in every word.
Good.
That means I’m not dying today.
Probably.
Olivia
I stareat the doorway long after he’s gone.
Listening.
Waiting.
Every sound outside feels louder now.
Closer.
Because whatever just came in—
It’s bad.
I know it is.
A nurse steps in briefly, checking my monitors.
“Who was it?” I ask.
She hesitates.
Just for a second.
That’s all it takes.
“Delta Force Team,” she says. “One of them went down.”
