Carlino’s POV
The compound was too quiet. Men moved fast. Phones pressed to ears. Screens lit across the operations room. Coordinates flashed, disappeared, reappeared. Nothing solid. Nothing usable.
“Say it again,” I said calmly.
Niel swallowed. “The convoy vanished off the grid three minutes after crossing the eastern pass.”
“Vanished,” I repeated.
“Yes, Don.”
I stepped closer to the monitor. “GPS doesn’t vanish.”
“It was jammed.”
“By who?”
Silence.
I looked at him.
Niel cleared his throat. “Military-grade signal disruption. Short burst. Clean. Precise.”
Kailen never did anything halfway. I folded my hands behind my back. “Thermal?”
“Nothing.”
“Drones?”
“We launched two. One lost connection. The other returned blank.”
“Blank?”
“Feed wiped.”
A few men shifted uneasily.
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