The hum of approaching engines cut through the silence like a blade.Alexander’s pulse steadied — calm in the chaos, just as always. He crouched near the window, eyes sharp, calculating the distance between them and the treeline.“Three trucks,” he muttered. “Light tactical vehicles. They’re spreading out.”Isabella pressed against the opposite wall, pistol ready. “They tracked us too fast.”“Means they’re using thermal or satellite relay,” he said. “We’ve got ten minutes, maybe less, before they move in.”Her gaze darted toward the blinking comms unit on the table. “You think whoever called us set this up?”“Wouldn’t be the first time someone used my curiosity as bait.”He popped the magazine, checked the rounds, reloaded. “We hold them off long enough to find out what Project Echelon means, then we move. No hesitation.”“Copy that,” she said, voice steadier than her trembling hands.Alexander’s eyes flicked to her — just long enough to see the flicker of fear beneath her control. “Y
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