one f

ok around, confus

ving a dismissive hand. "The scho

s not a

eginning o

gines. From over the hill, a fleet of black, unmarked government SUVs swarm the schoo

the three luxury SUVs. Doors fly open and a dozen federal agents in black tactical gear

sharp, dark suit. Agent Mil

his eyes locked on me. He holds up a single document, its header

Asset Scott immediately," Miller commands,

ne of the loca

at the entrance flickers to life. The smiling face of the schoo

he tech mogul, smiling, confident. On the right is a current phot

IDENTITY: [REDACTED]. CIA SPECIAL ACTIVITIE

, almost entirely blacked out,

T: MEDAL

veryone to see, ten feet hig

e screen, their faces draining of all color. The blood has left

g me a moment ago let go of my arms as

m f

he in my ribs a dull throb,

k, my voice quiet but carrying in the

iller. "The trust

encryption key tied directly to Mr. Scott's biometric data. It's been untouchab

mbles backward, his face a ca

, show them the rest. School security

again. And the true

from his hands. And then, the footage from just twenty minutes ago appears. It clearly shows Caleb taking

as a setup. It wa

is too much.

shrieks, his voice cracking. "They masterminded it! After Brian 'died,' they said it

gasp, turn

ed us a forged DNA test! You told us there was a baby s