Chapter 10 - The Meeting In Newark
At 4:00 AM, inside a small, twenty-four-hour diner near Newark Liberty International Airport, Jax sat in a corner booth sipping black coffee.
Maya sat across from him, wrapped in an oversized trench coat, nursing a mug of hot tea as the neon sign buzzed overhead.
An elderly waitress brought a plate of fresh hashbrowns and bacon, setting it down with a tired, kind smile before walking away.
A man wearing a crumpled suit and a wet fedora hat stepped into the diner, his eyes scanning the tables before walking toward Jax's booth.
This was David Miller, a veteran investigative reporter for the New York Times who had covered Jax's unit during his military service.
"You look like hell, Jax," Miller said, sliding into the booth next to Maya without taking off his coat.
"The federal authorities just put out a blue alert for both of you," Miller added, setting a thick tablet onto the Formica table.
"They're calling you domestic terrorists who stole classified military intelligence from a Manhattan facility."
Jax didn't react to the news; he simply pushed the thumb drive containing Senator Vance's bank records across the table.
"That's the entire wire transfer history, Miller," Jax said flatly. "Names, dates, offshore accounts, and Vance's personal signature."
Miller picked up the drive, his hand trembling slightly as he realized the historical weight of the document he was holding.
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"If I publish this on the front page tomorrow morning," Miller warned, "Vance will pull every string in Washington to destroy my paper."
"He won't have time," Maya spoke up, her voice clear and authoritative. "Because we're delivering the original files to the Federal Grand Jury in Brooklyn at noon."
