Chapter 9 - THE FEDERAL INTERVENTION
Sirens wailed in the distance as unmarked black SUVs screeched to a halt outside the hospital emergency entrance.
Armed federal agents poured through the sliding glass doors, securing the perimeter with military precision.
Within minutes, the lead agent, a stern woman in a dark suit, entered the exam room with a badge raised.
"Doctor, I'm Agent Miller, Department of Homeland Security. Where is the subject?" she asked briskly.
"Inside the patient, monitored and contained, but time is running out," the Doctor reported, pointing to the screen.
Agent Miller glanced at the ultrasound monitor, her expression turning from professional curiosity to sheer horror.
"That's a prototype bio-locator chip—the kind used in deep-cover operative tracking during foreign black ops," Miller gasped.
The Mother stared in total disbelief, looking from the federal agent to her crying, terrified daughter on the bed.
"My husband... he worked in defense logistics... but he retired years ago!" the Mother stammered through tears.
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"Men like him never retire, ma'am," Agent Miller said grimly, speaking into her shoulder mic to call for a surgical team.
"We need to prep the operating room immediately; that device is rigged to detonate if tampered with incorrectly."
