[PART 2] The general dropped his salute. For a long moment, he just stood there, looking at me. His eyes were the same as I remembered — sharp, intelligent, with that hint of mischief that had made him such an effective young lieutenant all those years ago. But there was something else in them now….
[PART 2] Gunny Henderson had seen enough. He’d been sitting in his truck for fifteen minutes, waiting to get through the visitor gate, watching the corporal perform his little show. At first he’d been annoyed — just another delay on a day when he wanted to get to the ceremony and pay his respects. But…
[PART 2] The courtroom doors didn’t just open. They were thrown wide, both doors at once, swinging back with enough force to bang against the walls. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot. Two military police officers in full dress uniform stepped through the doorway. They moved in perfect synchronization, taking up positions…
[PART 2] Then the black SUV door opened, and General Marcus Thorne stepped onto the asphalt with his eyes fixed on me. For one strange second, nobody breathed. The sirens cut off almost together, leaving behind the clicking of hot engines, the whisper of tires settling, and the hard desert wind moving dust across the…
[PART 2] The doors didn’t just open. They exploded inward with a force that seemed to shake the walls. Every head in the courtroom snapped toward the sound. The bailiff’s hand froze in mid-air, inches from my arm. Framed in the doorway, silhouetted against the bright fluorescent light of the hallway, stood a figure of…
[PART 2] The first thing I heard was the sound of boots. Not the casual shuffle of the crowd or the heavy tread of the master-at-arms coming to escort me away. These were different. Sharp. Precise. Moving in perfect rhythm, the way boots move when the people wearing them have drilled together for years. The…
[PART 2] The black SUV had not fully stopped when its doors flew open. Two military police stepped out first, hands low but ready, eyes sweeping the firing line like they had walked into a bad dream with orders. Dust rolled across their boots. Red and blue lights flashed against the gun cases, the truck…
[PART 2] The bay doors hadn’t finished grinding open before the air in the room changed. It went from a smug, closed-in silence to something electric, charged with the kind of authority that makes your spine straighten on instinct. I stayed on my stool as the black Suburban and two Humvees came to a halt…
The word hung in the air like smoke after a gunshot. Nightwolf. I turned slowly. My body remembered how to move in moments like this — deliberately, economically, without wasted motion. You don’t unlearn fifty years of training just because you’ve spent three of them pouring coffee. General Thorne was looking at me with an…
PART 2 I traced the blue ink on the glowing screen of my tablet. I traced it until my fingertip burned against the glass. It was unmistakably his. The heavy, deliberate slant of the letters. The way he always crossed the T in Mitchell with a sharp, downward strike that looked like a violent scar…
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