Cm2mt2 Boot: Pack

She took the shot on a test target at 1,100 meters—her personal best by 200 meters.

Mira’s blood turned to ice. She ripped the neural patch off her head. The world snapped back to raw senses—wind, dust, the distant crackle of small arms fire. But the boots kept moving. She felt her right foot step backward, then left, pivoting her torso toward Skeeter. cm2mt2 boot pack

She pulled up the data. The convoy wasn’t even in their mission briefing. And the “threat assessment” was nonsense—those were UN observers. Friendly fire probability zero. She took the shot on a test target