Chapter 19
Thomas walked slowly toward the desk, his eyes locked onto the glowing letters flashing across the screen.
The message was brief, cryptic, and carried an unmistakable warning that made his blood run cold.
'General Vance, you dismantled a regional branch, but the federal government's black-budget oversight committee remains untouched.'
'Your retirement papers are approved, but your war is far from over.'
'We own the defense budget, we own the intelligence grid, and we own your future.'
'Enjoy your quiet suburban nights while they last, General.'
'Because the real audit of your family's loyalty begins tomorrow morning.'
Thomas stared at the monitor, his breathing slow and controlled as a dangerous, familiar fire reignited deep within his chest.
He reached out, his calloused finger pressing the physical power switch to shut down the terminal for good.
He walked over to the window, looking out at the dark, quiet Virginia street stretching into the distance.
He knew the shadow syndicate was still out there, hiding behind the highest levels of American political power.
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He touched the fabric of his olive green uniform hanging neatly in the hallway closet.
A soldier never truly retires when the battle for his family's survival has only just reached the front lines.
