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The digital clock mounted above Judge Harrison’s mahogany bench seemed to mock me, its glowing red numbers bleeding away the seconds. / Chapter 13 / 20

Chapter 13 - THE INJUNCTION“Halt right there,” Agent Sterling ordered, holding up an official blue-backed document stamped with a federal seal. “Avalon Wright, Colonel Duane Carney, you are in direct violation of Emergency Congressional Injunction 404-B. All physical and digital evidence pertaining to Titan Tactical Systems is hereby ordered surrendered to the Senate oversight committee immediately.”

The cameras below surged forward, lenses zooming in on the confrontation at the top of the stairs. Flashbulbs popped continuously, capturing every tense muscle in our faces.

I stopped two feet away from the agent, looking down at the stamped injunction.

“That injunction was signed by a judge who has a financial portfolio tied directly to Senator Thomas Sterling’s campaign PAC,” I said, my voice carrying clearly across the stone steps.

Agent Sterling’s face tightened. “Watch your mouth, Ms. Wright. Hand over the drives, or you will be placed under immediate arrest for obstruction of federal oversight.”

“We aren't handing over anything to a congressional puppet,” Carney stepped forward, his uniform medals catching the dim morning light. “The Department of Defense Inspector General has active jurisdiction under counter-espionage statutes. Your paper is invalid.”

“Take them into custody!” the agent barked, motioning for the marshals to move in.

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His chest tightened, a sharp, cold panic piercing through the expensive scotch he’d consumed with Natalie. He looked around the pristine, designer-furnished foyer. The lights were on. The marble floors gleamed. But the house was dead silent—no sound of Claire dragging her swollen feet across the hardwood, no warm scent of tea or baking, no soft hum of the prenatal podcasts she listened to obsessively.

His chest tightened, a sharp, cold panic piercing through the expensive...

$The silence of the boutique hotel room was a heavy, suffocating blanket. Two weeks had passed since Lena Moretti—formerly Lena Vance—walked out of Dante’s life, leaving behind an empire of glass, steel, and golden handcuffs. Now, sitting at a small laminate table with the ultrasound printouts clutched in her trembling hands, her life had completely fractured.$

The silence of the boutique hotel room was a heavy, suffocating blanket....

The silence stretched for three agonizing seconds before I found my voice.

The silence stretched for three agonizing seconds before I found my voic...

Before the marshals could take a single step forward, Marcus Vance calmly opened his briefcase, pulled out a satellite transmitter the size of a paperback book, and flipped a toggle switch.

A sharp, high-pitched digital chime echoed from the media trucks parked below.

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Chapter 14 - THE BROADCAST“What is that?” Agent Sterling demanded, lunging forward. “Seize that device!”

Chapter 15 - THE FALL FROM GRACEBy 8:00 AM, the political landscape in Washington had completely imploded.

Chapter 16 - THE FINAL LINEThe silence in the conference room was absolute. Even Colonel Carney stopped pacing, watching me with an unreadable expression.

Chapter 17 - THE NEW DAWNTwo weeks later, the sun broke warm and bright over the sprawling glass-and-steel campus of Titan Tactical Systems.

Chapter 18 - THE GHOSTS OF YESTERDAYLater that afternoon, I drove out to the private cemetery on the outskirts of the city, where the air smelled of damp earth and pine needles.

Chapter 19 - THE UNBROKEN LINEBack at corporate headquarters, the afternoon board meeting was already underway in the executive suite.

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