Chapter 307

Leaves rustled softly in the dense forest canopy. Nora Murray had already flipped on the switch of her remote flashlight, her index finger covering the tiny beam of light that tried to peek through. She had no clue where Ava Quarles was hiding. The British-made L115A3 sniper rifle had a hell of a range—2,475 meters. Which meant Ava could be nestled anywhere within a two-and-a-half-kilometer radius. The only line of communication between them? The walkie-talkie. Tense and hyper-aware of every movement, Nora whispered into the device, "Ava, I don't know what kind of misunderstanding you have about me, but you really think I’d give intel to the Vultures? Seriously?" Ava’s voice came through, calm and cold as ever. "Spare me the speech. Just turn around and head back to the camp. You can explain to the captain later. I don't care why you're out here." "I'm telling you, I was just scouting the area. You're clearly holding something against me." Nora took two careful steps backwards the mome