3RD POV:Henry stood there, staring at nothing, feeling that terrible weight fall back onto his chest like a mountain. His breathing became shallow, his throat tightening. Then suddenly, all that emotion he’d been holding in came bursting out. He slammed his fist into one of the metal shelves with a loud crash, rattling the old frame and sending dust flying into the air.“Damn it!” he yelled, his voice echoing into the cold space.Cameron walked up quietly behind him, not saying anything at first. Then he rested a steady hand on Henry’s shoulder, firm but gentle.“We still have one more,” he said softly, his voice the only bit of calm in the chaos. “The third one. We’re not done yet.”A thick lump rose in Henry’s throat, tightening every word as he spoke through clenched teeth. “This better be it. I swear, this better be the one.”The helicopter lifted off again, slicing through the darkening sky. Henry sat forward, tense, staring out the window while the wind howled around them. He g
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