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Nicholas Boothman
A ghost-signal pulsed in the corner of Henry’s monitor— Logan. While the world held its breath, the Fixer was deep in the UN’s sub-directories, leveraging a decade of high-stakes corporate "Strategic Communications" favors to keep the handshake between the two superpowers from timing out.
Logan’s text flashed:
I’ve white-listed the Situation Room through a legacy node. Mercy buffer for the global stage. Door’s open. They have to walk through it.
President Matthews sat at the head of the long table. On the screens: Maps. Red dots moving across the Pacific. Her throat tightened. The override was already there.
General Graves slammed his fist on the table. "They've crossed the exclusion zone. We have to go to DEFCON 1. Tell Premier Volkov we will turn his country into glass."
The President looked at the screen. Premier Volkov appeared. He looked tired.
"Madam President," Volkov said. "My submarines are in position. I am preparing to seize the island."
Bailey Matthews looked into the camera. She needed to bluff. She needed to say, Go ahead, make my day.
Her throat locked. The biological override kicked in. "I see them," she said.
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