The northern highway was a ribbon of wet black asphalt cutting through the dense hemlock and pine forests of the Adirondack foothills. A driving sleet storm had begun to coat the tree branches in glittering armor of ice, reflecting the dim amber headlights of the Moretti convoy. Five heavily armored Cadillac Escalades moved in tight tactical formation, flanked by two nondescript utility trucks carrying heavy breaching gear, cold-weather tactical gear,…
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