She Was Taking Finals — Until Navy SEALs Rappelled Through Her Classroom Window
Автор: You’re Not Alone
Загружено: 2025-08-25
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The seconds stretched like hours as the tactical team secured the room with military precision. Two operators positioned themselves at the exits while another began methodically checking each student's identification. Their movements were fluid, practiced, the kind of choreographed efficiency that came from countless repetitions in training facilities and real-world scenarios. I recognized the pattern because I'd executed similar operations in different contexts, different countries, different lives.
What troubled me wasn't their presence, it was their target. Universities weren't typical venues for federal operations unless something had gone catastrophically wrong. Either someone in this room posed a significant threat to national security, or someone very dangerous was expected to show up. Neither possibility aligned with my mission parameters, which meant either my intelligence was incomplete or the situation had evolved beyond my handlers' knowledge.
The operator checking IDs worked his way methodically through the rows, his scanner beeping softly as it processed each student's information. Sarah Martinez fumbled with her wallet, her hands shaking as she extracted her driver's license. The operator's manner was professional but not unkind, speaking in low, reassuring tones that suggested hostage rescue training rather than assault team protocols. When he reached me, I had my ID ready and waiting, projecting the nervous compliance expected of a terrified student.
He scanned the card and paused. The scanner beeped twice instead of once, and I saw his eyebrows raise fractionally behind his tactical glasses. My cover identity was solid, backed by layers of documentation that would survive casual scrutiny, but military-grade verification systems were more thorough than civilian databases. For a moment that felt like eternity, he studied the readout on his device.
"Maya Chen, biochemistry major, third year," he read aloud, his tone neutral but somehow weighted with significance. The lead operator, who had been coordinating with someone through his comm system, turned his attention to our exchange. Something in the body language between the two men suggested this wasn't routine verification anymore.
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