Mag-log inThe retrieval team arrived just after full dark.Three unmarked vehicles rolled into the clearing without headlights. Men and women in plain clothes stepped out, efficient and silent. They secured Victor without ceremony, checked his injuries, and loaded him into the middle vehicle. No questions were asked in front of Ariana or Evelyn. Daniel spoke quietly with the team leader for several minutes, then returned with a simple nod.“They’ll extract every name he has. After that, he disappears into a system that doesn’t lose people.”Nick stood with one arm around Ariana’s shoulders, watching the vehicles turn and disappear back down the access road. Only when the last taillights vanished between the trees did the tension in his body begin to ease.“It’s done,” he said.Ariana leaned into him. “Part of it.”“The worst part.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “The rest we handle together.”They spent one final night at the station. Daniel and Evelyn took the ground floor. Nick and Ariana r
The ranger station smelled of cordite, dust, and the metallic edge of blood.Victor sat on the floor against the far wall, wrists bound, shoulder roughly bandaged with strips torn from his own shirt. Daniel stood over him with a weapon loose at his side, expression unreadable. Evelyn had retreated to the side room, the door half-closed, giving herself a moment to absorb the fact that the man who had once been family now bled under guard.Nick had not let go of Ariana since the moment Victor hit the floor.He held her against the wall just inside the main room, one arm locked around her waist, the other hand buried in her hair, forehead pressed to hers. His breathing was still uneven. Every few seconds his fingers flexed against her as if confirming she was solid, warm, alive.“I’m here,” she whispered. “Nick. I’m right here.”He made a low sound and kissed her—hard, desperate, the kind of kiss that belonged to the seconds after almost losing everything. She kissed him back with the sa
The next wave hit harder.Victor’s remaining men stopped testing and committed. Gunfire hammered the front of the ranger station in controlled bursts, chewing splinters from the old wood. Nick stayed low beside the doorway, returning fire only when he had a clear angle. Every movement pulled at the wound on his arm, but the pain never reached his eyes. Those stayed locked on the clearing, cold and absolute.Ariana pressed herself against the wall just behind him, weapon ready, breath shallow. She could feel the heat of his body even with the space between them. Every time a bullet struck near the door he shifted instinctively, angling himself to keep her covered.Daniel’s rifle spoke from the upper floor—measured, lethal. One of the flankers went down and did not get up. The other scrambled deeper into the trees.Victor’s voice cut through the noise again, closer than before.“You’re outnumbered and outgunned, Nick. Spare her the trauma of watching you die. Send her out.”Nick’s reply
First light turned the boarded windows of the ranger station the color of old bone.Nick was already awake when Ariana opened her eyes. He sat on the edge of the cot, shirtless, rewrapping the bandage on his arm with clean strips from the medical kit. The wound looked better than it had the night before—still angry, but no longer bleeding. When he noticed her watching, the hard line of his mouth softened.“Morning.”She sat up and reached for him, fingers tracing the warm skin just above the bandage. “You should have woken me.”“You needed the hour.” He caught her hand and pressed a kiss to the center of her palm. “Daniel’s already outside setting the first line of alerts. Evelyn’s making something that might pass for coffee. We have work to do.”The station felt different in daylight—less like a temporary shelter and more like a place they had chosen to make their stand. Daniel had scavenged old ranger equipment from a locked storage closet: coils of wire, motion sensors that still h
The twelve miles to the ranger station stretched longer than any map could show.They walked in single file through the pre-dawn dark, Nick in front despite the wound on his arm, Ariana close enough behind him that she could reach out and touch his back if the need arose. Daniel took the rear. Evelyn moved carefully but without complaint, her earlier injuries still present but no longer slowing her to the point of danger.Every hour Nick stopped just long enough for Ariana to check the makeshift bandage. The bleeding had slowed, but the fabric was stiff with dried blood and the skin around the graze looked angry. He never flinched when she touched him. He only watched her face, eyes dark and steady, as if the pain mattered far less than the fact that she was still beside him.“You’re stubborn,” she murmured during one of the brief pauses.“You’re one to talk.” His free hand rose to brush a leaf from her hair. The touch lingered. “Keep walking. I want walls around you before the sun is
The hunting shelter held the night like a secret.Ariana woke to the shift of Nick’s body beside her. His breathing had changed—no longer the deep rhythm of rest, but the controlled stillness of a man who had heard something. One of his arms remained locked around her waist. The other had already moved to the weapon at his side.She stayed perfectly still.Daniel’s silhouette filled the narrow doorway. He lifted two fingers, then pointed toward the trees on the eastern side of the clearing. Two, maybe three figures. Moving slow. Professional.Nick’s mouth brushed her ear.“When I move, you stay behind me. No arguments.”She nodded once against his chest.Evelyn was already awake, eyes wide in the dark. Nick signaled her to stay low and silent. Then he and Daniel slipped out of the shelter like smoke.Ariana’s heart hammered. She counted the seconds. Ten. Twenty. The forest remained quiet except for the soft rush of wind through the pines. Then a sharp, muffled impact. A second one. A







