JUNE 29, 2026 — The smell hit first. A spilled coffee energy drink that exploded on impact soaked into the pavement mixing with the metallic scent of blood. Headlights illuminated a dark stretch of the road. The distant hum of traffic was interrupted by police sirens, emergency radio calls and the desperate voice of an injured motorcyclist. “My wife,” he repeated. “I have to call my wife.” Moments earlier, Staff Sgt. Martin Schortye, 2nd Securit…
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