Chapter 8 - THE CORRUPT OFFICER
Ethan pulled his tactical gloves back on, his face hardening into an expression of relentless purpose.
"Where are you going, Ethan?" Marcus asked, picking up his car keys from the desk.
"I'm going to pay a visit to Captain Miller at the local Reserve Center," Ethan answered quietly.
"Miller was the squad commander who signed my casualty report from the field," Ethan recalled.
Twenty minutes later, Ethan’s Ford F-150 pulled up behind the military reserve building on the edge of town.
Ethan slipped inside through a side entrance, using his old security clearance code to unlock the administration wing.
He walked into Captain Miller’s private office, closing the heavy wooden door behind him with a soft click.
Captain Miller, a balding officer in his late thirties, looked up from his paperwork in sudden shock.
"Ethan?! What... how are you standing here?!" Miller gasped, knocking his coffee cup over onto his desk.
Ethan walked around the desk, grabbing Miller by his collar and pinning him firmly against the wall.
"Who paid you to sign my death certificate while I was still breathing in a Syrian prison?" Ethan demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about! It was an official Pentagon directive!" Miller stammered, sweating profusely.
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"The signature on my life insurance change form came from this office, Miller... talk before I make you," Ethan growled.
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