Chapter 7 - Elena Boards The Classified Military Transport Flight Out
The heavy rear ramp of the C-17 Globemaster closed with a hydraulic groan, sealing out the damp Sea-Tac morning air.
Inside the cargo bay, rows of canvas jump seats were packed with gear boxes, tactical crates, and silent operators.
I strapped myself into a forward-facing jump seat, resting my tactical bag securely between my combat boots.
The massive jet engines spooled up with a deafening roar, vibrating through the aluminum frame as we taxied toward the runway.
Within minutes, the aircraft surged forward, lifting off the tarmac and banking sharply toward the vast expanse of the Pacific.
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, letting the rhythmic hum of the turbines wash away the airport friction.
Seventeen years of deployments, classified extractions, and high-stakes missions flashed briefly behind my eyelids.
I had survived jungles, deserts, and urban safehouses because I never underestimated my environment or my adversaries.
Miller’s foolish attack was just a minor distraction in a much larger chessboard of global security operations.
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My focus remained fixed entirely on the mission waiting for us across the ocean horizon.
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