The colonel did not even glance back at her. He simply held the folder out toward me and said, “Mrs. Carter, before we escort you away, there is one final signature that must be completed in front of witnesses.”
The driveway fell into a silence so heavy that even the engines of the SUVs seemed muted by the cold morning air. I slowly took the black folder. My fingers were still stiff from the freezing night I had spent in the garage. The damp smell of concrete and gasoline clung to my clothes while my family’s stares burned against the back of my neck.
Then I opened it. The first page carried the official seal of the Department of Defense. The second page showed a number. For one second, I forgot how to breathe.
$850,000,000.
Behind me, Ryan made a strangled sound. Chloe’s face turned pale. My father stared at the papers like a man watching a bomb appear on his kitchen table. Then Colonel Hayes spoke in a calm voice.
“Stratix Defense Systems officially transferred full rights to the Orion platform tonight at 2:14 a.m.”
