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“You’re off the radar. Just like we like it.”

I smiled, slow and cold.

“And you still needed three men to drag me in here. Doesn’t say much about your operation.”

The smile slipped.

There it was.

Crack in the armor.

He turned without a word and walked out.

But not before I saw the twitch in his jaw.

Not before I heard the lock slide shuttwice.

He was nervous.

Good.

Let him be.

Because someone out there had that video.

And someone was coming.

He just didn’t know yet—

They were bringing hell. My father had friends in high places. Once you are a Navy SEAL, you are always a Navy SEAL. Who does he think taught me how to fight? My Dad wouldn’t let me stop training until I could hold my own in a fight. He saw with his own eyes how this world was.

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The private airstrip was tucked into the hills like it had something to hide.

Perfect.

We touched down just after dusk—low light, no chatter. Cyclone and I moved fast, light gear only, with backup support coming in from the coast if things went sideways.

We didn’t plan for sideways.

We planned forstraight through.

As soon as the wheels hit the tarmac, Cyclone handed me a file folder thick with redacted lines and satellite maps.

“This is the facility,” he said, pointing. “Privately owned, minimal staff, allegedly for ‘elite athlete recovery, and training.”

“Looks more like a front.”

He nodded. “Because it is, most of the time.”

I scanned the maps. “And Emery?”

“Last ping from her phone was ninety-six hours ago near this loading dock. No exit logs. No return flight. She vanished from inside the perimeter.”

I felt my jaw tighten.

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