Chapter 10 - The Horizon Line
The sun was just beginning to break over the eastern ridge of the valley, painting the sky in strokes of pale gold and bruised violet, when our convoy rolled out of Greenfield and headed back toward the interstate.
In the passenger seat, I sat with the ruggedized tablet resting on my knees, reviewing the final asset seizure manifests.
My phone chimed softly.
It was a text message from an unknown, secure international satellite number—the same one my sister Chloe had used earlier to send the equity transfer for Vale Meridian Group.
I tapped the screen.
The storm has cleared, General, the message read. Now come home to New York. The real war is waiting for us in Manhattan.
May you like
I looked out the window at the endless ribbon of asphalt stretching out before us, feeling the steady, powerful hum of the engine beneath my feet.
The past was buried. The empire was shifting. And for the first time in fifteen years, I wasn't running from the fire—I was the one holding the match.
