Chapter 7 - Midnight Briefing At Naval Command
By midnight, I was sitting inside the secure briefing room at Naval Air Station Alameda.
The glow of computer monitors cast a pale blue light across the stainless-steel tactical tables.
Commander Hayes stood at the front of the room, tapping a laser pointer against a satellite map of the Pacific.
“Welcome back to the grid, Vance,” Hayes said, tossing a fresh encrypted flash drive onto my desk.
“We got word from federal intelligence regarding that dinner party incident.”
“You mean the venture capitalist circus?” I asked, sliding the flash drive into my terminal.
“I mean Harrison Cole,” Hayes corrected, leaning against the edge of the table.
“He isn't just a tech billionaire; he acts as a special civilian advisor to the Department of Defense.”
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The encrypted files began loading on my screen, revealing classified wire transfers and corporate surveillance logs.
My jaw tightened as I read the names scrolling across the high-security display.
