The ramp descended and Trahn emerged from his van. He stood at the top of the ramp and took in the situation with a glance, surveying the scene as calmly and coolly as if he were in charge. His icy glare made more than one of Hanley’s grunts flinch. Tom knew how they felt. Despite everything that had happened, it felt wrong to be holding weapons trained on a general, especially one as decorated and revered as Nathan Trahn.