Chapter 5 - The Old Team Reunites In Colorado Mountain Darkness
By 3:00 a.m., three unmarked Blackhawk helicopters touched down silently in a heavily wooded clearing just outside the town limits.
Elite operatives in black tactical gear poured out of the cabin, moving with synchronized precision through the pine trees.
Their leader, callsign Nomad, stepped forward and gripped Dennis firmly by the shoulder in a silent, powerful warrior’s greeting.
“Good to see you standing upright, Reaper; sorry about the reason we’re pulling you back into the fire,” Nomad said grimly.
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“Let’s brief the perimeter and map every entry point into the sheriff’s jurisdiction,” Dennis ordered, clicking his rifle safety into place.
The ghost unit assembled around a glowing tactical tablet, ready to tear down a corrupt small-town empire brick by brutal brick.
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