Liam crouched behind the granite outcropping, pulse hammering in his ears as he watched the convoy approach through binoculars. The mountain pass narrowed here, forcing the vehicles to slow as they navigated the icy switchbacks. Perfect tactical position—but still, his hands trembled slightly as he adjusted the focus.
"Four vehicles," he reported softly to Elena, who lay prone beside him in full combat gear. "Just as predicted. Two armored transports in the middle, flanked by military Humvees front and back."
Elena nodded, her face a mask of professional focus. "Aerial support?"
"One helicopter, Black Hawk variant. Keeping high, probably running thermal sweeps." Liam lowered the binoculars, fighting to keep his voice steady despite the adrenaline flooding his system. "We need to stick t
