No more fight, but…
Finally, Harper’s grip loosened. Deputies pulled him off, snapping cuffs around the suspect’s wrists in one smooth motion. Harper staggered up, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
Around the yard, the other intruders were already secured, shoved toward patrol cars under heavy guard. Flashing lights washed the hanger in red and blue. The fight was over, but Harper’s mind stayed sharp. He still wanted answers—and he knew where to get them.
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