Chapter 2 - The Ghost Unit Responds To The Midnight Call
The encrypted satellite phone buzzed violently against the cold asphalt of the Mercy General parking lot, vibrating with a high-priority tactical ping.
Dennis Irwin stared down at the glowing alphanumeric display, watching a secure military frequency connect seamlessly across continents.
“Reaper, we thought you retired the callsign seventeen years ago when you traded the jungle for a broom handle,” a deep, gravelly voice answered instantly.
“Dust off your gear, Ghost Actual,” Dennis replied, his voice flat, emotionless, and colder than the Colorado mountain air.
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“Name the drop zone and give us the mission objective,” the voice commanded without a single second of hesitation.
“Livingston County, Colorado,” Dennis said quietly. “A local sheriff shot my seventeen-year-old son in both kneecaps for fun, and he needs to learn what happens when he steps to the wrong family.”
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