Dawn teased the village as he sidestepped closer to it, the soft sounds of Midas’s movements behind him. Fix had his flank. Raspy breathing, uneven and almost gurgling, trickled through the humid air from the girl now unconscious in Midas’s arms. They’d hiked more than a mile to reach the only village where he felt confident the natives would ask questions first, shoot later. But he wasn’t taking chances. Slowly, he swept the sight across the huts, searching for danger. Midas grunted. “If they see your weapon—” A man stepped from the shadows beside a hut, stared at them for a second, then shouted over his shoulder. Hustling forward, Midas angled his body to show the girl, talking in Tagalog to the man. Each word grew louder until a half dozen men with spears stood blocking the path. Max pinned his sights on the man who’d signaled the alarm. He wanted to ask what his teammate was saying, but he’d keep his peace and wait. Midas would let him know when things were clear or if he needed to do something.
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