He shut that down fast.
Emotion clouded judgment.
Judgment got people killed.
“What do we know?” Lucas asked.
“Not enough,” Russ answered. “Last confirmed location puts her near a convoy that never reached its destination.”
Ambush.
The word hit hard and immediate.
Clay’s fingers tightened slightly against his folded arms.
Small movement.
Barely noticeable.
Still—
Russ noticed.
Of course he did.
Miles leaned forward.
“Could be comms failure.”
Russ said nothing.
That silence said everything.
“She wasn’t alone,” Russ added. “None of the team checked in.”
Clay looked back down at the file.
A photo paper-clipped near the bottom showed overturned vehicles and scorched ground.
Heat climbed slowly beneath his skin.
“She’s trained,” Boone said quietly. “Smart. She can handle herself.”
Yeah.
She could.
That didn’t stop bullets.
Didn’t stop captivity.
Didn’t stop—
Clay cut the thought off before it could finish.
He leaned forward finally.
“What’s the play?”
