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Caleb took the flashbang, tested its weight, let it settle in his grip.
Their best shot at a dynamic entry without getting shredded on the threshold. “I could kiss you right now.”
“Steady, amigo.” Nathan grinned. “I’m taken.”
Lachlan checkedhis weapon, pocketed an extra mag. “Let’s get into position.”
Caleb did the same.
Ryder followed suit.
Nathan assembled his rifle with quick, practiced movements. Slinging the backpack over his shoulder, he eyed the roof of the adjacent hanger. “Give me a boost.”
Lachlan and Ryder braced him as he leveraged onto the sloped metal surface, moving with surprising speed for a man his size. He motioned for the rifle.
Lachlan turned to Caleb. “You take point. I’m secondary. Then Ryder. Danny handles cover and flashbang.”
Caleb led the way to the rear of the hangar. They stacked against the white metal door.
He pressed his ear to the siding.
Voices—male, low, indistinct.
The back of his neck prickled.
Something was off.
He didn’t know what. Just the need to move burned through him, pressing from gut to brain.
“We go in. Now.”
Losing Gia wasn’t an option.
Not now. Not after finding love. After discovering family.
He wanted a future with her.
He deserved that.
So did she. Even more than he did.
They were survivors.
Lachlan squeezed his shoulder.
Ryder stacked in.
Danny shifted to the opposite side. Tested the knob.
Unlocked.
His eyes met Caleb’s. A slight nod.
Ready.
Danny twisted the handle and cracked the door an inch. Pulled the pin.
“Flash out.”