A corrupt Sheriff shot my 17-year-old son, permanently destroying both his kneecaps. "Shouldn't have looked at me wrong, boy," the cop laughed, protected by his union. I rushed into the ER in my cheap janitor uniform. My son wept, "Dad, I'll never walk again." I didn't scream or cry. The arrogant Sheriff thought he had just ruined a powerless janitor's family. I pulled out my phone and called my old team. That was the moment his nightmare began. / Chapter 10 / 20

Chapter 10 - A New DawnBy late afternoon, the winter sun broke through the heavy cloud cover, casting a warm golden light across the windows of Mercy General Hospital.

I stood in the private room on the fourth floor, watching my team pack their gear into heavy black cases near the door. Ghost, Dax, Viper, and Doc Miller stood ready, looking like high-level corporate security rather than the shadow tactical team that had just brought down a corrupt county government.

"The federal charges are sealed, Reaper," Ghost reported, closing his laptop case. "Barnes, Miller, and Vance are all facing minimum twenty-year sentences in federal penitentiaries. The state is appointing an interim receiver to oversee the county police force."

"And the medical care?" I asked.

Doc Miller stepped forward, holding a thick medical folder. "I’ve arranged for Tyler to be transferred to the Johns Hopkins Regenerative Medicine Center in Baltimore tomorrow morning. They’ve developed advanced bio-synthetic joint replacement techniques that aren't available to the general public. It's going to take months of physical therapy, Dennis... but he will walk again. I guarantee it."

Sarah sat by the bed, holding my hand, tears flowing down her cheeks—tears of joy this time.

Tyler looked up from his pillows, his eyes bright and full of life. "Dad... what happens now? You can't go back to scrubbing floors at the courthouse."

I looked down at my son, then over at my team standing silently by the door.

I reached into my pocket, pulled out my old brass janitor’s key ring—the heavy ring that had unlocked every door in the county courthouse for seventeen years—and placed it gently on the bedside table.

"I'm done scrubbing floors, Tyler," I said, a soft, genuine smile touching my lips for the first time in three days. "It's time to build something new."

Ghost nodded once from the doorway. "Call us if you ever need a mop again, Reaper."

"I won't," I replied warmly. "The floor is clean."

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