Chapter 9 - The New Regiment
Six months later.
The spring sun warmed the grass in Central Park.
Clare walked along the paved path, wearing comfortable running shoes, jeans, and a simple green jacket. Walking beside her on a thick leather leash was Havoc.
Following Captain Vance's departure, Havoc had officially been retired from military service due to his age and battle injuries. Through a special Navy adoption protocol signed directly by Captain Vance, Havoc’s legal guardianship had been permanently transferred to Clare Mercer.
The dog walked with a happy, energetic stride, his ears forward, taking in the sights and smells of the city park. He was no longer a weapon on high alert; he was a companion who had finally found his home.
Clare stopped near the large fountain, leaning against the stone railing, watching children sail toy boats across the water.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket.
She pulled it out. It was a text message from Dr. Raymond Holt:
Mercer - Complex pediatric trauma incoming in Bay 2. Need your eyes on the imaging. Get back here.
Clare chuckled softly, typing a quick reply: On my way, Raymond.
She slid her phone back into her pocket, looking down at Havoc.
"Duty calls, boy," she said smoothly.
Havoc looked up at her, letting out a sharp, happy bark, his tail wagging against her leg.
They turned and walked together toward the subway station, moving through the bustling crowds of Manhattan with effortless grace.
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Clare Mercer had spent years running from her past, hiding her scars beneath oversized clothes and quiet silence. But as she stepped onto the train, feeling the steady strength of the war dog beside her and the purpose burning brightly in her heart, she realized she was no longer running.
She was home. She was a healer. And she was standing guard.
