Chapter 5 - THE BLACK TALON
Sergeant Collins looked from the silent General to Monroe, his heart hammering against his ribs as he realized he had made a catastrophic error. The atmosphere in the room had shifted from routine briefing to a high-classified standoff in less than ten seconds.
General Gerald never took his eyes off Monroe. His weathered face remained unreadable, but a heavy, solemn gravity settled over his features.
Slowly, the General turned his head toward the senior Armory Officer standing near the back corner of the briefing table.
"Give her the Black Talon," General Gerald commanded.
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His voice was quiet, but it echoed like a cannon shot off the steel walls.
Sergeant Collins’ eyes widened in sheer disbelief. His head snapped toward the General, his mouth opening in shock, but he remained frozen, unable to utter a single word of protest. Captain Martinez slowly lowered his arms, staring at Monroe as if a ghost had just materialized in the center of the war room.
