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Then he heard it. Voices. Jessie dropped instantly behind cover. Ahead, through the trees, was movement. Soldiers. Not a full patrol—but enough to matter. They were talking, scanning, checking the area carefully. “…keep sweeping the ridge…” “…they can’t have gone far…” “…orders are clear—no survivors.”