Chapter 11 - Maren Reunites With Her Loyal Team
Outside the wrought-iron gates of the estate, a tactical command van was parked beneath the dripping branches of oak trees.
Maren pulled open the side door, stepping inside the dimly lit vehicle filled with computer monitors and satellite communication arrays.
“Status report, Sergeant?” Maren asked, removing her tactical helmet and shaking out her short auburn hair.
“All target servers have been mirrored, and the primary wiretap archives are securely backed up in Pentagon memory banks,” Sergeant Cole reported.
“Good work. Did the secondary data packet upload successfully to the independent federal investigative journalists?” Maren inquired.
“Uploaded and confirmed, Captain. By sunrise, every major news network in America will have the unedited proof,” Cole smiled grimly.
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Maren sat down in the swivel chair, accepting a cup of black coffee from her trusted comrade with a quiet nod of thanks.
The nightmare that began in an Eastern European prison camp was finally reaching its ultimate, lawful resolution on American soil.
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