“And worse, Leo… if the academic board realizes that your entire dissertation relies heavily on the classified, unreleased data from the Julian Vance archives—data that technically belongs to the State Department—your degree won’t just be revoked. You, your mother, and your ‘dad’ will be facing federal conspiracy charges before the week is over.”
My breath hitched. The degree I had sacrificed my youth for, the pride in my mother’s eyes, the twenty-five years of hard labor my dad had endured—all of it was balancing on the edge of a razor blade.
My dad stepped forward, completely eclipsing Dr. Vance’s frame. The callused hand that had fixed my bicycle chains clutched the lapel of Vance’s expensive tailored suit.
“I told you twenty-five years ago, Arthur,” my dad whispered, his voice dangerously low, vibrating with a terrifying rage. “I didn’t design the flaw in that bridge. You did. I took the fall so my family could live. But if you touch one hair on my son’s head, or if you dare ruin the future he built with his own two hands…”
My dad reached into his inner suit pocket. But he didn’t pull out an ID or a pen. He pulled out a worn, tarnished brass keycard—one bearing a security clearance logo that hadn’t been active since the late 1990s—and a small, encrypted flash drive.
“I still have the original blueprints, Arthur,” my dad said, his eyes burning into his former colleague’s soul. “The ones with your digital signature on the stress load modifications.”
Dr. Vance froze, his calculated smirk vanishing instantly, replaced by a sudden, desperate panic. But before he could speak, the heavy double doors at the back of the auditorium slammed open.
Three men in dark, indistinguishable suits stepped into the room, their eyes instantly locking onto our group. One of them raised a radio to his collar.
“Target identified in Sector 4,” the man said loudly, his voice echoing through the empty hall. “We have visual on Julian.”
My dad didn’t look surprised. He turned to me, his hands gripping my shoulders one last time. “Run, Leo. Take your mother and the flash drive. Go to the F-150.”
