Chapter 4 - The Blacklisted Contact
The cool night air hit Caleb's face as he pushed through the double glass doors of the hospital exit. The parking lot was dark and quiet, lit only by a few flickering sodium lights in the distance. Rain began to drizzle softly, glistening on the asphalt.
Caleb reached into his dark trousers and pulled out a sleek, matte-black satellite phone—a device that had remained hidden inside a floorboard safe in his house for over twelve years. The screen was encrypted, displaying no brand name, no service provider, and no location data.
His thumb pressed a single speed-dial key.
The satellite connection bypassed standard cellular towers, routing through classified military relays high above the atmosphere. The phone rang once—a low, rhythmic electronic chime.
Click.
A deep, gravelly, highly disciplined voice answered instantly from three thousand miles away. The tone carried zero emotion, only total, dangerous readiness.
"Reaper?" the contact answered over the line.
Caleb stood beside his battered pickup truck, gazing back up at the third-floor window where his son lay in heavy bandages. His eyes burned with an icy, unyielding fire that had lay dormant for more than a decade.
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"Get the team together," Caleb commanded, his voice razor-sharp and absolute.
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