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Chapter 2 - The Echo of OrdersElena’s voice over the encrypted line was as sharp and steady as a sniper's crosshairs. She didn't waste time with useless pleasantries or expressions of shock. In our world, chaos was just another operating environment, and anomalies meant something was actively trying to kill you or cover up a crime.

"Give me the coordinates, Daniel," Elena instructed, her tone transitioning instantly into tactical command mode. "What’s your current security posture?"

"Secured interior, two targets cooperative for the moment, but highly volatile," I whispered into the phone, keeping my eyes locked on Caleb and my mother. "No local law enforcement dispatched yet. They’re treating this like a private family mourning. But my wife didn't die of natural complications. I saw the signs."

"Understood. I'm mobilizing a federal investigative unit out of the nearest regional detachment," Elena replied. "Do not let them move the body, do not let them destroy any more evidence, and for God's sake, keep your weapon holstered unless your life is directly threatened. I want them talking, not bleeding."

"Copy that. ETA?"

"Forty-five minutes if the air unit clears," she said. "Hold the line, Daniel. I'm coming."

The line clicked dead. I lowered the phone slowly, sliding it back into my tactical vest pocket. The silence in the drawing room returned with a suffocating weight, broken only by the distant, muffled wails of my infant son echoing down the second-floor hallway. Every instinct in my bones rebelled against standing here while my child cried for a mother who would never answer.

My mother’s face had turned a pale, sickly shade of gray. The aristocratic composure she had worn like armor for three decades was cracking down the middle, revealing the panic underneath.

"You called the military police," she whispered, her voice trembling with absolute disbelief. "You brought the federal government into our home over a hysterical delusion."

"A delusion?" I stepped forward, closing the distance between us until she was forced to tilt her head back to meet my eyes. "Mom, look at me. I spent eleven months knee-deep in hostile territory tracking down insurgents who thought they could hide their actions in the dark. Do you really think I can't spot a fabricated tragedy when it’s laid out in front of me?"

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Caleb shifted uneasily in his chair, his eyes darting toward the grand French doors that led out to the back gardens. "He's bluffing, Mom. There's no way she got a team out here this fast."

"Try testing that theory," I said coldly, keeping my gaze fixed on my brother. "Try running out that door right now, Caleb. Let's see how fast federal jurisdiction catches up to you."

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