Chapter 15 - THE AIRFIELD AMBUSH
Ethan pulled his truck over to the shoulder, grabbing his tactical flashlight and slipping down the steep embankment.
The black SUV was heavily damaged, smoke pouring from the crushed engine bay into the cold air.
Brad dragged himself out of the broken driver's window, blood dripping down his face as he crawled through the snow.
Ethan stepped out of the fog, stopping right above Brad with his boots planted firmly in the earth.
"Where is the rest of the money, Brad?" Ethan asked, his voice cutting through the sound of the burning engine.
Brad spat blood onto the snow, looking up at Ethan with a wicked, broken grin.
"You think this ends with me, Sergeant?" Brad laughed rasply, coughing up dark blood.
"The syndicate already shipped twenty military crates from the hangar... you're way too late!" Brad mocked.
Ethan grabbed Brad by his jacket collar, pulling him up until their faces were inches apart.
"Which hangar?" Ethan demanded, his dark eyes burning with fierce intensity.
"Hangar 4 at the private airstrip... they take off in ten minutes for South America," Brad confessed, breaking under Ethan's grip.
Ethan dropped Brad back onto the snow, turning around as police sirens echoed in the distance.
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"Sheriff Higgins is right behind me... enjoy federal prison, Brad," Ethan said before running back to his truck.
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