Chapter 13
The man raised his hands slowly, revealing he was wearing a black tactical trench coat soaked with rain.
He pulled back his hood, exposing the silver-haired face of a man in his late fifties with sharp, familiar eyes.
Chloe gasped, her hands shaking so violently she nearly dropped the heavy sidearm.
"Father...?" Chloe whispered, her voice cracking with sheer, impossible disbelief.
"Hello, my sweet girl," the man said softly, his voice trembling with deep emotional restraint.
"You've grown into a remarkably brave woman."
"You died fifteen years ago!" Chloe cried out, tears streaming down her rain-soaked cheeks.
"I saw your funeral in Virginia! I stood beside your casket!"
"That funeral was an elaborate cover story staged by Sterling to protect both of our lives," he explained gently.
"I have been living in the shadows for fifteen years, waiting for the moment Project Cerberus was activated."
He knelt down beside her, gently taking the gun from her trembling fingers and setting it aside.
May you like
He examined her blood-stained leg bandage, pulling a medical field kit from his coat pocket.
"We have to get you and General Sterling into the underground bunker before Ryan's backup arrives," he urged softly.
