Olivia stared at General Voss.
Chapter 3
PART 3 — THE SIGNAL HIDDEN FOR TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS
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“My father built that protocol?”
Voss nodded.
“If anyone ever used Daniel’s correction method and placed three rounds into the same point, the range system would send a silent authentication signal.”
Olivia looked toward the distant target.
Her mind struggled to catch up.
Three rounds.
One point.
A hidden sensor.
A system that had been waiting for nearly three decades.
“To who?” she asked.
Voss did not look at her.
He looked directly at Captain Sloan.
“To the people still hunting him.”
Sloan moved.
Fast.
His hand dropped toward his side.
Colonel Hale reacted instantly.
“Don’t!”
Soldiers surged forward.
Sloan was restrained before he could fully draw the concealed weapon beneath his uniform.
The range erupted in shouting.
Boots slammed into gravel.
Two military police officers forced Sloan’s arms behind his back.
Olivia stood frozen.
The man who had mocked her only minutes earlier twisted violently against the soldiers restraining
him.
Voss stepped closer.
“You’ve been waiting twenty-eight years for Daniel Carter to surface.”
Sloan spat into the dust.
“You don’t know anything.”
Voss gave him a faint smile.
“Actually, we know everything.”
Then the radio on Hale’s belt crackled.
Everyone stopped.
Static.
A voice came through.
“Gray Falcon confirmed.”
Olivia’s entire body went still.
The voice continued.
“Package secure. Approach authorized.”
She knew that voice.
Older.
Rougher.
Changed by years she had never witnessed.
But unmistakable.
Her lips parted.
“No.”
Voss turned toward the far end of the range.
Everyone followed his gaze.
A dark military utility vehicle appeared beyond the dust.
It approached slowly.
Olivia stopped breathing.
The vehicle rolled closer.
Then halted.
The driver’s door remained closed.
The rear door opened.
A tall gray-haired man stepped out.
He carried no rifle.
No medals.
No visible rank.
He looked older than the father Olivia remembered.
Thinner.
Harder.
Marked
by time.
But around his wrist was an old brown leather bracelet.
Olivia knew that bracelet.
She had made it when she was nine years old.
Her knees nearly gave way.
“Dad?”
The man stopped.
His face broke.
“Liv.”
Nothing else mattered.
No protocol.
No rank.
No military discipline.
Olivia ran.
She crossed the gravel like the seventeen missing years between them could somehow be erased if she moved fast enough.
Daniel Carter opened his arms.
Olivia collided with him so hard they nearly fell.
He held her.
For one second she simply buried her face against his chest.
Then she hit him.
Once.
Twice.
“You were alive.”
“I know.”
“You were alive!”
“I know.”
She struck his chest again.
Tears streamed down her face.
“I hated you.”
Daniel closed his eyes.
“I know.”
“I missed you.”
His arms tightened around her.
“I know.”
The soldiers around them watched in
complete silence.
Even Colonel Hale looked away for a moment.
Daniel finally held Olivia’s face in both hands.
His own eyes were wet.
“I stayed away because every year I remained gone was another year you stayed safe.”
Olivia shook her head.
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“No.”
He smiled through tears.
“I don’t.”
Behind them, Sloan was being pulled toward a military police vehicle.
Voss approached.
Olivia looked at him.
“So this competition…”
“Was real,” the general said. “Your qualification was real. Your performance was yours.”
“But you knew I was coming?”
“We knew you had qualified for the final stage.”
Olivia looked at Daniel.
“And you?”
Her father shook his head.
“I didn’t know if you remembered what I taught you.”
Olivia laughed weakly through her tears.
“You taught me when I was seventeen.”
Daniel smiled.
“No.”
She frowned.
“You were seven.”
A memory flashed through her mind.
A wooden toy rifle.
Wind moving through Montana pine trees.
Her father kneeling behind her.
His hand resting gently over hers.
Control the moment before the shot.
Olivia stared at him.
“You knew I would use it.”
“I hoped you would.”
Hale stepped forward.
“And when you did, Gray Falcon woke up.”
Olivia looked back toward the target.
Three rounds.
Almost one hole.
A signal waiting silently for nearly three decades.
Voss folded his hands behind his back.
“You didn’t break the scoring system, Lieutenant.”
He glanced toward Sloan being forced into the military police vehicle.
“You broke the last piece of a twenty-eight-year conspiracy.”
Olivia looked at Sloan.
The captain’s earlier words returned to her.
Don’t feel embarrassed if you miss.
Only minutes ago, he had stood over her with the confidence of a man certain she did not belong there.
Now he was being arrested because the woman he had underestimated had unknowingly activated the very signal he had spent years waiting to intercept.
But Olivia still had questions.
Too many.
She turned back toward her father.
“Why now?”
Daniel’s expression changed.
“Because the people hunting me believed Gray Falcon had gone dormant forever.”
“And the moment I triggered it?”
“They knew someone connected to me was on that range.”
Olivia glanced toward Sloan.
“He knew?”
“Not immediately,” Voss said. “But the scoring interruption confirmed that someone was attempting to intercept the authentication sequence.”
Hale looked grim.
“We had suspected a leak inside the training network for years.”
“And Sloan was the leak?”
“Part of it.”
Olivia’s eyes narrowed.
“Part of it?”
Daniel exchanged a look with Voss.
The warmth of the reunion disappeared slightly.
“There were others,” Daniel said.
Olivia stared at him.
“How many?”
“We don’t know.”
That answer chilled her more than anything else.
She looked toward the soldiers.
Toward the communications station.
Toward the helicopter.
Toward every uniform she had trusted without question.
“So this isn’t over.”
Daniel looked at his daughter.
“No.”
A long silence followed.
Then, strangely, Daniel glanced toward the firing line.
“You still have two rounds.”
Olivia stared at him.
For a second she thought she had misheard.
“You came back from the dead and you’re worried about my score?”
Daniel raised one eyebrow.
“I’m your father.”
Despite everything, Olivia laughed.
“Fair point.”
She wiped the tears from her face.
Then she turned toward the rifle.
The soldiers began gathering again.
No one was laughing now.
They watched her differently.
Not because General Voss had arrived.
Not because Daniel Carter had returned.
Because she had earned their attention herself.
Olivia lowered herself behind the rifle.
Fourth shot.
Bang.
Perfect center.
She chambered the final round.
The entire range became silent.
Daniel stood behind her.
Voss beside him.
Hale just beyond them.
Olivia breathed.
Her father’s voice lived inside her again.
Control the moment before the shot.
She exhaled.
Her finger settled.
And Captain Sloan, already being pushed into the military police vehicle, suddenly twisted around and shouted something that made Daniel Carter’s face turn white.
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