Chapter 4 - The Decoy

I slammed the truck directly into gear and floored the heavy accelerator, swerving wildly to avoid the massive hail of bullets.

The machine gun tore massive holes in the asphalt right behind our fiercely spinning rear tires.

I desperately needed tactical cover to perform the brutal field surgery required to save our lives.

I drove the battered pickup truck directly into a dense, heavily wooded state park.

The thick green canopy of massive evergreen trees finally blocked the hostile helicopter's red targeting laser.

I quickly parked the truck in a deep ravine and grabbed my tactical medical kit from my supply bag.

I looked Emily intensely in the eye and honestly told her this was going to be the most painful physical experience of her life.

She nodded bravely, biting down hard on a thick leather strap to muffle her own agonizing screams.

I expertly used a sterilized surgical blade to carefully slice open the fresh wound on her shoulder.

Warm blood rapidly poured down her pale skin as I dug deeply into her sensitive muscle tissue with medical forceps.

Emily whimpered in pure physical agony, her shaking fingers digging fiercely into the truck's plastic dashboard.

I finally grasped the tiny metal tracking chip and pulled it cleanly out of her bleeding body.

I quickly stitched her torn shoulder back together and wrapped it tightly in fresh sterile bandages.

We could still hear the terrifying massive blades of the hostile attack helicopter chopping the air just above the treeline.

I needed to create a massive tactical diversion to throw Margaret's dangerous mercenaries off our trail.

I taped the bloody microchip to the dirty collar of a wild stray dog that was scavenging nearby in the dark ravine.

I rapidly fired a single aggressive warning shot into the soft dirt to scare the poor dog, sending it sprinting miles away deeply into the forest.

The heavily armed attack helicopter instantly changed its violent direction, chasing the false digital signal away from our true location.

We abandoned the damaged truck and fiercely hiked ten grueling miles in the freezing rain to a secret, old military safe house.

This classified, abandoned bunker was permanently off the grid and practically invisible to any modern surveillance technology.

I rapidly booted up the dusty underground server and inserted the bloody flash drive to quickly finish the complex decryption process.

I needed to find out exactly who was protecting the dangerous Prescott family on a federal level.

The encrypted files finally unlocked completely, revealing a massive list of illegal offshore wire transfers.

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The first wineglass shattered at 8:07 p.m

The moment the mafia boss’s wife called me “an illiterate servant,”

I recognized the primary receiving bank account instantly, and my racing heart completely stopped.

The corrupt Prescotts were actively paying millions of dollars in illegal bribes to General Vance, my direct commanding officer at the Pentagon.