There’s no such thing.
“Contact was lost forty-eight hours ago,” he adds.
Forty-eight.
My mind starts running numbers.
Timelines.
Distance.
Worst-case scenarios.
I shut that down fast.
Not helpful.
Not yet.
“What do we know?” Lucas asks.
“Not enough,” Russ answers. “Last confirmed location puts her near a convoy that never made it to its destination.”
Ambush.
Or worse.
I push that thought away too.
Focus.
Need facts.
Need—
“Could be a delay,” Miles says. “Comms failure. Happens all the time.”
Russ doesn’t respond.
That tells me everything I need to know.
Yeah.
He doesn’t believe that.
Neither do I.
“She wasn’t alone,” Russ says. “But no one else from that team has checked in either.”
My fingers tighten slightly against my arm.
Just enough to feel it.
Not enough for anyone else to notice.
“She’s trained,” Boone adds. “Smart. She can handle herself.”
Yeah.
