The running lights to the south held their spacing and stopped moving.Fiona stayed low in the rear seat, the sealed case locked against her chest. The soft red glow of the instrument panel painted Kennedy’s profile in the front passenger seat, pale, set, left arm bound and useless. Reyes kept both hands on the wheel, engine idling, the truck pointed north toward the cache that was still four miles away through mixed cover. Behind them the helicopter continued its wider orbit, rotor noise a constant low pressure in the night. Ahead, the gravel road ran into darker trees. To the south, the two pairs of low-intensity lamps sat like patient eyes, blocking the only route they had just used.“They’re not closing,” Kennedy said quietly. “They’re sealing.”Reyes’s voice remained flat. “Standard. They want us to commit north so the helicopter can walk the box in from above while the ground teams hold the southern and lateral edges. Sunrise is the hard stop. They only need to keep us inside th
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