Chapter 5 - The Gathering Of The Old Unit
At 2:00 AM, the headlights of three heavy-duty Ford F-350 trucks illuminated the long gravel driveway leading to Caleb’s suburban home.
The engines idling outside created a low, thunderous rumble that vibrated through the floorboards of the bedroom.
Caleb stepped out onto the front porch wearing his dark tactical trousers, a black boots, and a fitted black combat shirt.
Stepping out of the lead truck was Marcus Vance—Caleb’s cousin and a former Marine sniper who ran a private security firm in San Antonio.
Behind Marcus were three other men, all veterans who had served alongside Caleb in the 75th Ranger Regiment.
They walked up the porch steps in absolute silence, their faces grim and unreadable under the porch light.
"We got your emergency signal on the network, Caleb," Marcus said, his voice a low, gravelly baritone as he shook Caleb's hand.
"What's the situation, brother?"
Caleb didn't offer a lengthy explanation; he simply stepped aside and opened the front door, allowing Marcus to see Sarah sitting on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, her face dark with bruises.
Marcus looked at Sarah, then turned his gaze back to Caleb, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek.
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"Who did this?" Marcus asked, his voice dropping into an octave of lethal authority.
"Evelyn and Julian," Caleb answered flatly. "They forced her to sign over the ranch deed while I was deployed."
