Chapter 22
As the sun began to set over Houston, painting the sky in brilliant hues of orange and gold, the crowds slowly dispersed.
Mateo stood alone inside the quiet repair bay, smelling the familiar scent of motor oil and polished steel.
He walked over to his father's old workbench, gently running his hand along the worn wooden surface.
Every hardship, every battle, and every sacrifice had brought him to this moment of absolute peace and justice.
Suddenly, a sleek black sedan pulled up quietly outside the open bay doors.
A tall man wearing a dark trench coat stepped out of the vehicle, holding a heavy metal briefcase.
Mateo turned around slowly, his combat instincts instantly flaring as his eyes locked onto the stranger.
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"Captain Garcia," the man spoke in a low, refined accent, stopping at the edge of the workshop floor.
"My employer was very impressed by how effortlessly you dismantled Vanguard Global."
