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Chapter 18
Author: Pink
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The screen flickered back to life, but Ethan Cole no longer saw the data streams or the tactical displays.

He saw his eight-year-old self standing in the rain as they lowered an empty casket into Arlington National Cemetery.

He saw his mother's silent tears, the folded flag in her arms, the military honors rendered for a man who'd supposedly died in a classified operation overseas.

"The crash was sealed," Ethan whispered, more to himself than to Elena. "Presidential order. No remains recovered. DNA evidence inconclusive."

"Ethan—" Elena reached for him again, but his hand shot up, palm out, a commander's halt gesture that stopped her mid-step.

"Don't." His voice was the sound of grinding steel. "Don't touch me. Don't speak. Not until I know which side of the board you're actually on."

Lin Yue's fingers danced across her keyboard, her face pale. "Commander, the signature is authenticated. AR—ARCHITECT—was your father's code designation. But the program was terminated five years ago. B
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