“What’s the angle?” Jax asked. There was always an angle with Ryan.
Behind him, the three members of his squad didn't flinch. They never did. Ryan-s Rescue Squad
Ryan’s Rescue Squad wasn’t a team because of orders or ranks. “What’s the angle
“Hey,” Ryan said, calm as sunrise. “I’m Ryan. This is Jax and Kael. We’re the rescue squad. You’re going to be fine.” They never did
As the ground began to cave, as Jax lifted the boy onto his shoulders and Kael triangulated the extraction point, Ryan thought about all the people who had told him a squad like this couldn’t work. Too messy. Too emotional. Too unofficial .
Ryan pulled out a battered flare gun and loaded a green cartridge—the signal for children found. “There is no angle. We’re getting that kid out before the planet eats him.”
“Directly below us. And Mira? Make it fast.”