Page 121 of Disturbed Lucidity

“It’s Lieutenant now, sir,” the man said hoarsely, standing at attention. “Well, not anymore.”

“My apologies. At ease, brother. How have you been?”

“Seen better days. Is that offer still good?”

“It is.”

“Good,” Sharp replied curtly, throwing a file on the table. “Got that information you requested. You’re not going to fucking like it.”

“Give me the CliffsNotes version, son.”

“You were right. Col. Malpas was assassinated, and there is the proof,” he said pointing to the file. “Only you’re not going to like who was behind the order.”

Indigo reached for the file, opening it, reading the contents.

“Holy shit,” my brother cursed. “It’s all here, Luc. Everything. We know all the players.”

“That’s not all,” Sharp interrupted. “Before I resigned my commission, the military assigned me to the Pentagon. I worked under General Harris. I believe you know the man.”

I slowly nodded.

General Harris was a good man. Solid and didn’t pull punches. Dedicated his life to the Army.

His son had followed in his footsteps.

“Yesterday, the General received a coded text regarding his son, Kyle Harris.”

No one moved as we all held our breath, waiting for Sharp to continue. “Berlin is being held captive by a Costa Rican Cartel. The man in charge is Javier Venturo. He’s given the General seventy-two hours to come up with ten million American dollars or he will send his son home in pieces.”

“Bravo Team, you’re up,” I ordered as Mouth nodded, quickly leaving, and Alias followed.

“The general has asked me to convey a message.”

“I’m listening.”

“Kill them all.”

Epilogue One

Luc

Two days later,

“Hey, Luc. Got a visitor.” Frost said, poking his head in the doorway while I sat behind my desk typing some numbers into my computer.

“Who is it?”

“Some chick looking for Anne.”

“The part-time waitress? Haven’t seen the bitch in weeks.”

“Said the same thing.”

“Get Ivy to talk to her. I’m busy.”

“Ivy’s not back yet and the chick is insistent she speaks to you.”

Groaning, I got up and walked around my desk.

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