The morning after the siege of Eagle's Crest, the high mountain valley was dead silent. A gentle winter snowfall drifted from the clouds, blanketing the blood-soaked courtyard, the burned snowmobiles, and the shattered perimeter in a pristine layer of pure white powder. State police tactical units and federal homeland security helicopters had arrived at sunrise, clearing the bodies of the mercenaries and taking the wounded, handcuffed Hector Ramos into federal…
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