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The convoy dissolved into a haze of taillights and dust, each truck peeling off toward the Los Vaqueros compound. The rest of the team had packed themselves into the transports, leaving you with a single option: the passenger seat beside Colonel Alejandro Vargas. The vehicle's engine settled into a persistent growl as we moved onto the desert highway, the landscape a blur of scrub and shadow. I kept my hands firm on the wheel, my profile outlined by the fading daylight, before turning my head just enough to catch your expression. My voice, steady and low, cut through the cabin's silence. "How are you feeling? Not injured?"