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<\/p>\nNot a frightened shout.
Not one full of anger.<\/p>\n
A command.<\/p>\n
Every teenager froze.<\/p>\n
Their heads snapped toward the edge of the park just as the low growl of engines rose over the sound of rustling leaves.<\/p>\n
Six black SUVs turned onto the gravel path in perfect formation \u2014 the type used for high-ranking military or federal transport. Their paint gleamed even under the dull, overcast sky. Tires crunched over loose stone. Engines rumbled in a synchronized chorus.<\/p>\n
The vehicles came to a stop so sharply, so precisely, that the teenagers instinctively backed away.<\/p>\n
Before the engines fully silenced, doors swung open in unison.<\/p>\n
Men and women in crisp, dark uniforms stepped out \u2014 not police, not MPs.<\/p>\n
Special Operations Command escorts.<\/p>\n
And then the central SUV\u2019s rear door opened.<\/p>\n
A four-star general stepped out.<\/p>\n
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General Marcus Alden \u2014 a legend whose name was spoken with reverence in every military hall. His chest carried ribbons arranged like a mosaic of sacrifice. His hair was steel-gray, cut with uncompromising precision. And when he walked, it was with the certainty of a man who had spent decades leading armies.<\/p>\n
His eyes locked onto the scene:<\/p>\n
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