Page 33 of Echo: Line
My pulse jumps. "How do you know?"
"Wrong sound profile. And Kane wouldn't risk aerial during daylight with Committee assets in the area." He moves to the cave entrance, staying in shadow, watching the sky. "They're grid-searching. Systematic. Looking for heat signatures, movement, anything."
"Will they find us?"
"Not if we stay in the cave. Rock overhead blocks thermal. But we can't move while they're up there. And if they spot our trail from yesterday..." He doesn't finish the sentence. Doesn't need to.
The rotors grow louder. Closer. My breath catches as the sound fills the valley below us.
Alex is perfectly still, weapon ready, positioned between me and the entrance. Ready to defend if they find us. Ready to fight.
The helicopter passes overhead. The sound fades slightly, moves to the next grid section.
"They're expanding the search radius," Alex says quietly. "Means they lost our trail somewhere. But if they bring dogs to the cabin, they'll find this cave within hours. We'd need to move before then."
"I thought you said we can't move while they're up there."
"We can't." He looks back at me, and for the first time since I met him, I see worry in his eyes. Real concern. "Which means we're pinned. We could only have a matter of hours before they find this cave."
The implications settle over me like ice water. Trapped. No extraction. Committee closing in.
"So what do we do?"
Alex doesn't answer. His jaw tightens as he tracks the helicopter's movement through the trees, calculating angles, assessing options. Finding none.
The sound grows louder. Closer. The rhythmic thump of rotors echoes off the valley walls, making it impossible to tell exactly where they are. Could be a mile away. Could be right overhead.
"Alex—"
"Quiet." His hand comes up, sharp and commanding. He tilts his head, listening with the focus of someone whose life has depended on reading sounds in the dark. Then his whole body goes rigid.
"What?" I whisper.
"Dogs." His voice is flat. Final. "I hear dogs."
The implications hit like ice water. They brought tracking dogs to the first cabin. Which means they'll have our scent. Which means the cave won't hide us. Which means?—
"How long?" My voice cracks.
He looks at me then, and something in his eyes makes my breath catch. Not fear. Resignation. The look of a man who's run out of moves and knows it.
"An hour. Maybe less." He shifts his rifle, checking the chamber with practiced efficiency. "You should know—if they breach this cave, I'm not letting them take me again."
The weight of what he's saying settles over me. He'll fight. He'll die fighting before he goes back to that facility.
And I'll die with him.
"Okay," I hear myself say. "Then we make them work for it."
Something flickers across his face—surprise, maybe, or respect—before he nods once.
The helicopter passes overhead, so close now the rotor wash makes the fire flicker. And somewhere down the mountain, dogs are coming.
We're out of time.
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