Chapter 2 - The Satellite Phone Connects To Former Black-Ops Command
The heavy rain began to drum rhythmically against the roof of my battered sedan parked outside Richard’s gated estate.
Inside the hidden compartment beneath the dashboard, the encrypted satellite receiver emitted a sharp, steady digital chirp.
I pressed the decryption key, establishing a direct, unlisted audio link with a secure operations center in Langley.
“This is Ghost-One requesting priority tactical authentication,” I spoke into the encrypted mic, my voice entirely devoid of emotion.
Across the encrypted channel, a digitized pause lasted three seconds before a familiar, disciplined voice responded instantly.
“Authentication confirmed, Commander. We thought you went permanently dark fifteen years ago,” the operator replied with professional shock.
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“I need an immediate high-priority extraction and federal asset freeze on a domestic target in suburban Virginia,” I stated firmly.
“Send coordinates and authorization codes; tactical strike teams are standing by,” the voice confirmed without hesitation.
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