I'm just a man, a father, and you have my son. Grayson spun wildly, gun extended, searching for the source. Show yourself. Let Jallen go, Bradley, Isaiah continued, his voice calm despite the tension. Walk away.
There's still a way out of this where nobody gets hurt. Liar, Grayson shouted. You've been waiting for this. A chance to eliminate me. That's what men like you do, isn't it?
Silence threats. There was a moment of complete stillness before a figure stepped from the shadows near the back of the warehouse. Isaiah King walked slowly into the open, hands empty and visible at his sides. "No weapon, no tactical gear, just a man in jeans and a gray t-shirt. "If I wanted to eliminate you, Bradley," Isaiah said softly.
"We wouldn't be having this conversation." Grayson trained his gun directly at Isaiah's chest. "Stay where you are. One more step and I'll shoot." Isaiah stopped, his eyes briefly meeting.
Jallen's conveying reassurance before returning to Grayson. You won't shoot. You're a police officer, not a murderer. Not yet, anyway. You don't know what I am.
Grayson's voice cracked with emotion. Nobody does. Everyone looks at me like I'm crazy, but I know the truth. Men like you operating on American soil, using your families as cover. Is that what you think I am?
Isaiah asked. Some kind of domestic operative. I've seen your files, the classified missions, the Pentagon connections. Isaiah took another careful step forward. Yes, I serve my country in places most Americans never see against threats they never know exist, but never against my own people.
Never here. Stop moving. Grayson screamed, his finger tightening on the trigger. Or what? You'll shoot an unarmed man in front of his son.
Is that who Bradley Grayson is? Isaiah continued his slow approach. You wanted the truth. Here it is. I protect people from warlords, terrorists, those who pray on the innocent.
That's all. No shadow government, no domestic operations. Just a soldier doing his duty. Fight me, Grayson demanded. Desperation, replacing reason.
Fight like a man. Show everyone what you really are. In a sudden move, Grayson lunged forward, swinging his gun toward Jallen. But before he could take aim, Isaiah moved with breathtaking speed and precision. His hand struck Grayson's wrist at a precise pressure point, causing instant numbing.