Chapter 12 - Escorting a handcuffed traitor out of the dark underground bunker into the blinding light of morning military justice today.
The heavy steel bulkhead doors of the missile silo groaned as military police hauled Dustin out into the crisp morning air.
Bright sunlight washed over the concrete landscape, highlighting the crisp white fabric of Catherine's immaculate dress uniform.
A convoy of armed tactical vehicles waited with engines idling, ready to transport the high-value prisoner to a maximum-security brig.
Dustin kept his head bowed, shielding his eyes from the morning glare as camera drones from military intelligence recorded every second.
"Put him in the lead transport vehicle and secure all digital hard drives recovered from the bunker control room," Catherine ordered.
She watched the convoy depart down the access road, feeling a profound wave of relief wash over her exhausted shoulders.
Her encrypted satellite phone rang immediately, displaying a priority call from the hospital recovery room downtown.
Catherine answered with a steady hand, pressing the receiver against her ear as she stepped toward her command vehicle.
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"General Vance, your daughter's vital signs have stabilized, and she is asking to speak with you," the nurse reported gladly.
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