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Elevation changes.

There—

North side.

Narrow.

Less coverage.

But tighter.

More dangerous.

Good.

That’s where we go.

“We split here,” I say quietly.

The team leans in.

Focused.

Locked.

“Alpha takes north ridge with me,” I continue. “Bravo flanks west.”

Briggs nods.

“Got it.”

I glance at the CIA agent.

“You take east.”

His brow furrows.

“That’s the most exposed side.”

“Exactly.”

Silence.

Then—

A slow exhale.

“Fine.”

Good.

Let him earn his place.

I crouch lower.

Eyes still locked on the compound.

Something doesn’t sit right.