Mason
My shoulder screamed with every careful movement as we approached the fence line, but I gritted through it, unwilling to let a bullet wound keep me from this, not when Marisol's life hung on how fast and how quietly we could move.
Jax cut the fence with practiced efficiency, and we slipped through in staggered pairs, Kings and Vultures alternating positions the way we'd drilled during the tense planning session back at the compound. Ryder stayed close to Zoe, exactly as he'd promised, both of them moving low and careful across the open ground toward the lit building Reyna had identified as our target.
I paired with Jax, covering the rear approach while Reyna's people flanked from the opposite side, the whole operation unfolding with a careful, coordinated silence that spoke to how
