CHAPTER 84 PART 1
Author: Al waasi'ou
last update2026-10-27 21:49:45

The convoy appeared on Via della Palestra at 0730, four armored Humvees grinding through three feet of packed snow in a tight column. No helicopter.

The wind at ground level was bad enough to flip a truck, and at altitude it would tear a rotor apart like tissue paper.

So the Special Operations team had driven fourteen hours through frozen wasteland to reach Ridgewood, and they did not look happy about it.

Sean watched the convoy from the second floor window of apartment 1601, his breath fogging
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