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They assumed her petite frame meant fragility, that her quiet demeanor signaled submission. So when Marcus Reed threw a vicious right hook at Lieutenant Commander Elena Vasquez outside the crowded sports bar in downtown Charleston, he believed he was teaching a lesson to someone who wouldn't fight back. No retaliation, no consequences, no real danger. She simply absorbed the impact, steadied herself against the brick wall, and wiped the blood from her split lip. But what none of the jeering crowd realized was that she wasn't backing down—she was calculating. And by the time Reed discovered what happens when you assault someone trained to neutralize threats in the world's most dangerous waters, the entire block would learn why you never, ever throw a punch at a Navy SEAL.
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The evening had started innocently enough at Murphy's Tavern, a dimly lit establishment three blocks from the Naval Weapons Station Charleston. The kind of place where off-duty sailors mixed with locals, where conversations flowed as freely as the cheap beer, and where tensions occasionally bubbled over when alcohol met ego. Lieutenant Commander Elena Vasquez sat alone at the far end of the mahogany bar, still wearing her civilian clothes—dark jeans, a simple gray sweater, and worn leather boots that had seen better days.
At five feet four inches and 130 pounds, with shoulder-length auburn hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, Elena looked like a graduate student or perhaps a local teacher enjoying a quiet drink after work. Her hands wrapped around a half-empty bottle of Corona, condensation pooling on the scarred wood beneath it. She'd removed her military ID and dog tags hours ago, tucked safely in her car's glove compartment. Tonight, she was just another face in the crowd, invisible in the way she preferred.