đ± He Ripped My Shirt in Front of 40 Soldiers to Humiliate MeâThen a Decorated Colonel Saw the Three Scars on My Body, Snapped to Attention, and Saluted Me. âThat's Impossible,â He Whispered. âYou Died Nine Years Ago.â
đ± He Ripped Her Shirt in Front of 40 SoldiersâThen a Decorated Colonel Saw Her Scars and SALUTED Her!
âGet up, Reyes! Or are you waiting for someone to carry you?â
Ethan Ward grabbed Olivia's shirt and ripped it from shoulder to ribs.
Forty soldiers froze.
Ethan laughed, expecting the quiet 29-year-old recruit to cry.
But then Colonel Nathan Hale stepped forward.
His eyes locked onto a strange black tattoo on Olivia's chestâa lantern inside a broken circle.
Beneath it were three perfectly straight scars.
Suddenly, the colonel went pale.
âMy God⊠that's impossible.â
Then he raised his hand and SALUTED her.
Nobody moved.
âNine years ago,â he whispered, âI reviewed a classified report about a soldier with those exact scars.â
He swallowed.
âBut that soldier was declared DEAD.â
Olivia stared at him.
âBecause the report was a lie, sir.â
Before she could explain, the colonel's radio crackled.
âSir, someone just accessed her classified fileâŠâ
A pause.
âAnd they're trying to erase her identity RIGHT NOW!â
Olivia glanced toward a mysterious white van parked outside the training ground.
The people who had buried her past had finally found her.
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And this time, they weren't planning to leave any witnesses.