Chapter 6 - WHEN THE WIND SHIFTS
Two months into the deployment, a sandstorm hit hard — zero visibility, gale-force gusts tearing across the border outpost. A convoy had gone missing in a remote valley, and their only beacon was a faint transponder signal coming from behind a jagged ridge. Every spotter on the team said it was impossible — too much dust, too much movement, too much wind.
Olivia didn’t argue. She climbed the highest point she could find, waited until the wind dipped for a heartbeat, and took the shot.
The transponder fell silent — then, minutes later, the convoy radioed in: “We’re moving. You hit the jammer.”
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When she came back down, Ryan handed her a bottle of water. “I’d have waited for the storm to pass. You didn’t even blink.”
“The storm doesn’t wait for us,” she said simply. “We wait for the moment inside it.”
