Lucas shifts immediately beside me.
“Where?”
“Second floor. Far left window.”
The team raises optics instantly.
Seconds crawl by.
Then—
The figure moves again.
Briefly illuminated beneath weak overhead lighting.
And even from this distance—
I know.
Jesus Christ.
It’s her.
Something hits me square in the chest so hard it almost knocks the air out of me.
Relief.
Violent.
Immediate.
Overwhelming.
Alive.
Hannah’s alive.
The figure disappears from the window again, but it’s already burned into my brain.
I saw her.
I know I did.
Russ lowers his binoculars slowly.
“That’s our confirmation.”
But his voice sounds farther away now.
Because my mind’s already moving.
Entry points.
Extraction routes.
Guard rotations.
Distance to target.
