My blood turned cold. They hadn’t shot Ethan to silence him. They shot him to break me. A SEAL who’d refused their recruitment years earlier. A SEAL who’d unknowingly stepped across their operations during foreign deployments. A SEAL who could expose them if he ever connected the dots. This wasn’t just personal. It was strategic.
We delivered the attacker to a safehouse for interrogation. Under pressure, he revealed the Brotherhood’s ultimate move: a large-scale transfer happening in five days—money from illegal arms sales routed through fake charities into accounts offshore. If we didn’t stop it, the network would expand beyond reach.
But before we acted, I needed to see Ethan again. He was awake. Pale. Weak. But alive. When he saw me, he whispered, “Did he get away with it?”
“No,” I told him. “And he never will.” Ethan managed a faint smile. “Then finish it, Dad.” His words fueled the mission.
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