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The families of two squad members are butchered. The Army called the problem a data breach. Lieut. Jason Dalton called it a major fuck-up. And how is the Army going to deal with it, how are they going to protect him? That was easy. The Army buried him.
Eighteen gun salute, families gathered around crying, and nice words were spoken over an empty casket. This was called Army witness protection.
Dalton was whisked away, given a new identity, and thrown back into civilian life where he could deal with being hunted. It didn't matter that the cartels would do anything to find his whereabouts. That was the price he paid for doing black ops work south of the border.
Dalton could've chose any city in the US to be dropped in, but he chose LA, because that's where Jax lived. Even she believed he was dead, or did she? Either way, he knew the way the cartels operated. If they could get their hands on her, they'd be able to find out whether he really was dead. That's why he chose to live in LA. Here he could look after Jax.
So with the Army's help Dalton pulled some strings and managed to get his private investigator license operable. Having a gun in his hand, or dangling under his arm, reassured him out on the streets.
He was living in one of those run down office buildings in downtown Long Beach when it happened. You know the type of building: musky smelling lobby with an old tile floor, and wide sloping staircases everywhere you looked. And of course, like some cliché out of the Bogert film, there was a creaky old elevator with brass fixtures that didn't work. And then, into his office walked a bombshell named Sophie Devonshire.
Mrs. Devonshire had discovered a photograph of a priceless artifact among her late husband's belongings. Up until that point Dalton had been laying low. He didn't want to do anything that would expose him or lift his head above the masses and make him visible to any operative for the cartels. But now that was impossible because with Sophie Devonshire came a storm. That storm and military written all over it. Into his office burst this hit squad with automatic weapons.
But the stocky little killer who came in after them was the one that scared Dalton. By the time the gun smoke cleared, and don't got released from the police station, after the bodies had been taken away, he thought about the artifact at Sophie Devonshire had found the photograph of. Was she for real? Was the artifact real?
Or were they carefully chosen to lure Jason Dalton out of hiding? And if it was the latter, that meant that not only was the cartel close to him, but they were getting close to Jax, and he couldn't let that happen.