“Don’t touch anything,” Lena whispered. “That dust is a neurotoxin.”
Lena shook her head, her face pale in the flashlight’s glow. “No one survived. That’s the recording. The cartel used to play it from speakers hidden in the trees. It was a trap. The song meant ‘safe water’ to the local people. When they came out of hiding to drink… the snipers had clear shots.” “Don’t touch anything,” Lena whispered
Chloe grabbed Lena’s arm. “Is someone there? A survivor?” “Don’t touch anything
“That’s the truth of the URAP,” Lena said softly. “We don’t restore the land. The land restores the truth. And the truth is, we are capable of anything.” we are capable of anything.”