The canyon was a graveyard.
Stone stood at the center of the wreckage, his eyes scanning the debris. The explosion had collapsed the walls, burying the fire and the detonator under tons of rock. Claire was gone. Elena was gone. And he was left with nothing but ash and regret.
Wrench moved to his side, his face pale, his body bruised. "Logan, we need to go. The authorities will be here soon."
Stone didn't turn. "She's out there. Somewhere. With Elena."
Wrench was silent for a moment. Then he said, "We'll find her. But we can't do it if we're dead."
Stone finally turned to him, his eyes hollow. "You're right. We regroup. We find them. And we finish this."
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The drive back to the city was long and silent. Stone kept his eyes on the road, his mind churning with rage and grief. Claire
