We returned to chaos.
Smoke drifted over the eastern perimeter.
The main gate was closed.
Soldiers ran between vehicles while alarms echoed across the compound.
Mercer leaned forward.
“What happened?”
A guard recognized him.
“Communications lockdown!”
“Who ordered it?”
“Colonel Reese.”
“Reese is compromised.”
The guard stared.
“What?”
Mercer grabbed his shoulder.
“Open this gate.”
“We have orders—”
General Voss stepped from the vehicle behind us.
The guard nearly stopped breathing.
“Open it,” Voss said.
The barrier rose immediately.
We drove through.
The command tent where everything had begun stood near the center of the compound.
Its entrance was guarded by two soldiers I did not recognize.
Mercer did.
“Not ours.”
We dismounted behind an equipment shed.
Voss stayed with the response team while Mercer and I moved toward the rear of the tent.
“I count four,” Mercer whispered.
“Five.”
“Where?”
“Shadow beside the generator.”
He looked.
“Good eye.”
“I’m a translator.”
He almost laughed.
Then gunfire cracked from the front.
Not ours.
The compound erupted.
Mercer moved fast.
For a man his size, he could become remarkably quiet.
Two soldiers moved with him.
I stayed close enough to coordinate but far enough not to interfere.
The rear canvas panel had been cut.
Inside, voices.
Reese.
“Copy everything.”
Another man answered.
“We have three minutes.”
Then Harris.
“You won’t authenticate anything.”
A blow.
Something fell.
Mercer looked at me.
I nodded.
We entered.
The first armed man turned.
Mercer dropped him before he could raise his rifle.
The second reached for his sidearm.
A soldier tackled him.
I moved toward the communications station.
Reese stood behind Harris with a pistol pressed against the lieutenant’s neck.
Harris had blood running from his eyebrow.
His wrists were bound.
“Stop.”
Reese’s voice was completely calm.
Mercer raised his weapon.
“Let him go.”
Reese smiled.
“Cole.”
“You used me.”
“You made it easy.”
Mercer’s jaw tightened.
Reese glanced at me.
“And General Carter. I should thank you.”
“For what?”
“Bringing every senior commander into one location.”
“You won’t leave.”
“Perhaps.”
He pushed the pistol harder against Harris.
“Put the rifle down, Cole.”
Mercer hesitated.
“Do it,” I said.
He looked at me.
Then lowered the rifle.
Reese smiled.
“There. The famous Sergeant Major finally learns obedience.”
Mercer's face tightened.
I stepped forward.
Reese moved the pistol.
“Stay there.”
I stopped.
“You’ve lost.”
“Have I?”
“Your men are detained.”
“Some.”
“Voss is alive.”
“Annoying.”
“The authentication server is isolated.”
His eyes changed.
That told me something.
He did not know.
I continued.
“You copied useless data.”
Reese's smile weakened.
“You’re bluffing.”
“No.”
I pointed toward Harris.
“Lieutenant Harris disconnected the primary token before you arrived.”
Harris stared at me.
He had done no such thing.
But Reese looked down at him.
That was all I needed.
Mercer moved.
One step.
Violent.
Precise.
He knocked Reese’s weapon aside.
Harris dropped.
The pistol fired into the canvas roof.
Mercer drove Reese into the table.
Maps scattered.
Radios crashed.
I pulled Harris away.
Two soldiers rushed forward.
Within seconds, Reese was on the ground.
Handcuffed.
Breathing hard.
Mercer stood over him.
Reese laughed.
“You think this fixes what you are?”
Mercer said nothing.
“You're finished, Cole. The money is in your account. Witnesses saw you authorize my vehicle. And you publicly compromised Carter’s cover.”
Mercer’s expression changed.
Reese had struck exactly where it hurt.
“You’ll spend the rest of your career explaining yourself.”
Mercer stepped closer.
I thought he might hit him.
Instead, he said quietly:
“Then I’ll explain.”
He stepped away.
That was the moment I stopped seeing the man who threw my passport into the mud.
Not because I forgave him.
Not yet.
But because changing who you are when no one forces you to is harder than being embarrassed into silence.
Harris sat against the communications table.
“You lied.”
I looked down.
“About what?”
“The token.”
“Yes.”
He laughed weakly.
“You scared me.”
“You looked convincing.”
“What now?”
I examined the server.
A transfer indicator glowed.
Eighty-seven percent.
My relief disappeared.
“How much did he copy?”
Harris followed my eyes.
“Oh, no.”
The transfer had begun before our arrival.
Maybe Reese had not obtained everything.
But eighty-seven percent was enough.
“Can we determine what left?”
“Eventually.”
“We don’t have eventually.”
Mercer walked over.
“What?”
“Data escaped.”
“To where?”
“Remote relay.”
“Can we stop it?”
Harris shook his head.
“Already transmitted.”
Colonel Bell entered with three soldiers.
“Compound secure.”
“Not yet,” I said.
He looked at the server.
His face fell.
Reese began laughing from the floor.
“You still don't understand.”
I walked toward him.
“Then explain it.”
He looked up.
“The convoy attack wasn’t the mission.”
“I know.”
“The server wasn’t either.”
That surprised me.
Reese smiled.
“It was proof.”
“Proof of what?”
“That NATO can be manipulated from inside.”
Bell stepped closer.
“By whom?”
Reese’s smile widened.
“Ask your friends.”
Then the lights went out.
Every screen died.
The tent went black.
Emergency red lighting activated three seconds later.
Harris rushed to the console.
“Power cut!”
Mercer looked outside.
“Generator?”
“No. Network-wide.”
Then a siren began.
Air-defense siren.
Bell froze.
“We have no aircraft inbound.”
Harris stared at his dark screen.
“That’s not our alert.”
I understood.
The stolen authentication codes were already being used.
Somewhere, someone had transmitted a false emergency message using legitimate NATO verification.
An allied unit would believe it.
Maybe several.
“What was sent?” I asked.
Harris switched to battery power.
Letters crawled across his screen.
His face became white.
“Polish air defense received authenticated warning of hostile aircraft approaching from the west.”
Lewandowski entered behind Bell.
“West?”
“Yes.”
“That’s Germany.”
Nobody spoke.
A false message was attempting to convince one NATO ally that aircraft from another NATO ally were hostile.
Reese had not tried to steal a secret.
He had tried to start a war.
And we had minutes to stop him.
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