Sergeant Miller lowered the phone, his face dark as a thundercloud:
“Your neighbor, Captain Garrett Stone, didn’t just record the assault, Commander Mercer,” Miller whispered:
“He forwarded the file directly to the Pentagon under an emergency Title Fifty National Security directive.”
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“Where is Victoria now, Sergeant?” I asked softly.
Before Miller could answer, the heavy double doors of the pediatric intensive care unit were blasted open by an eighty-pound linear hydraulic tactical breaching ram!
*KABOOOOM.*
*CRASH-ROAR-SHATTER.*
Through the pulverized glass entrance, moving with fluid, terrifying, synchronized mechanical velocity…
Dressed in sterile dark-charcoal Nomex cold-weather drysuits, Level IV boron-carbide plate carriers, and Ops-Core ballistic helmets with four-tube panoramic night-vision brackets folded onto their foreheads…
Poured twelve operators from the **United States Navy Special Warfare Development Group (DEVGRU Red Squadron)**!
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Across their chests hung suppressed SIG Sauer MCX Rattlers, their weapon-mounted PEQ-15 infrared lasers cutting through the trauma corridor in twelve razor-sharp needles of incandescent crimson light!
“FEDERAL INQUEST! CORDON ESTABLISHED! ALL OCCUPANTS REMAIN IN SEATS! DO NOT REACH FOR POCKETS!”
*TACK.*
*TACK.*
*TACK.*
The sound of hand-welted naval leather bridge boots stepping through the pulverized debris was slow, unhurried, rhythmic, and concussive.
Every step fell with the mechanical, heavy cadence of a naval battery firing across an enclosed harbor.
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Walking through the breach behind the tactical stack…
Wearing his full Service Dress Blue uniform of heavy midnight-blue wool despite the damp winter chill, his four solid-silver cast stars catching the emergency searchlights, his broad chest covered in ten dense rows of combat decorations including the Navy Cross with gold star, the Silver Star with two oak leaf clusters, and the Distinguished Service Medal…
Was my maternal grand-uncle.
**Vice Admiral David Mercer**.
Seventy-four years old.
Chief of Naval Operations.
Surgeon General Emeritus of the United States Navy.
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Chief Master Surveyor Arthur Mercer Senior’s surviving younger brother.
