Chapter 7 - The Extraction
Bright sunlight flooded into the back of the transport van.
I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust my eyes to the sudden glare.
A massive man wearing dark tactical gear and a black balaclava climbed into the back.
He carried a heavy assault rifle and moved with terrifying, trained precision.
"Are you injured, Captain Cross?" the masked man asked in a deep voice.
I recognized that gruff voice instantly.
It was Sergeant Marcus "Bull" Miller, the heavy weapons specialist from my old covert team.
"I am fine, Bull," I replied, feeling a massive surge of hope.
He used a pair of heavy bolt cutters to snap the steel handcuffs off my wrists.
I rubbed my bruised arms and stepped out of the ruined federal van.
Agent Vance and the driver were lying unconscious on the asphalt, zip-tied to the steering wheel.
Three other members of my former Black Element team were standing guard on the empty highway.
They had perfectly executed a tactical ambush to intercept the federal transport.
"Major Walker sent the distress signal twenty minutes ago," Bull explained while handing me a loaded pistol.
"We have secured the real data servers from Ryan's shell companies."
A sleek black armored SUV pulled up next to the disabled van.
"The servers prove that Ryan is the one selling the weapons tech, not you," Bull continued.
I took the pistol and checked the magazine purely out of old military habit.
"Where are the servers now?" I asked.
"They are safely locked in the trunk of this vehicle."
We climbed into the armored SUV as the distant sound of police sirens began to echo.
The driver slammed on the gas, tearing down the highway toward the city.
"We need to get back to the courthouse before the judge finalizes the estate transfer," I ordered.
"If Ryan signs those papers, the company becomes his legal property, and he will destroy the evidence."
Bull tapped his radio earpiece and listened for a moment.
His expression turned extremely grim behind his dark mask.
"We have a major problem, Captain."
He pointed toward the city skyline looming in the distance.
"Ryan anticipated an escape attempt, and he hired a private mercenary group to block the route."
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Two heavy black armored trucks suddenly turned onto the highway ahead of us.
A mercenary standing in the sunroof of the lead truck aimed a rocket-propelled grenade directly at our windshield.
