Chapter 8 - Intercepting encrypted radio transmissions that reveal a desperate rogue pilot is heading toward an abandoned military missile silo today.
The tactical operations center relayed an intercepted civilian radio frequency broadcasting faint navigational coordinates near the coast.
"We tracked Dustin's encrypted cell ping originating from an abandoned Cold War-era missile silo outside the city limits," the officer reported.
Catherine grabbed her service cap, settling it firmly onto her short blonde hair with absolute military precision.
"Lock down the perimeter with three full squads and prepare an extraction chopper for my personal command arrival," Catherine ordered.
She glanced back at Maya, who nodded weakly from the hospital bed, urging her mother forward into the impending storm.
"Bring him back, Mom," Maya whispered, her voice carrying the collective weight of every victim Dustin had ever harmed.
Catherine stepped out of the hospital into the cool night air, where a matte-black military helicopter awaited her on the rooftop helipad.
The rotor blades began to spin with a deafening roar, lifting the craft into the starry sky above the American capital.
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The hunt for the traitorous pilot had reached its final, explosive climax under the pale glow of the midnight moon.
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