Chapter 3 - The Woman Listed as Dead“That’s impossible.”
My voice came out before I could stop it.
The general stared at the screen.
The access record showed my name.
My military identification number.
My former clearance classification.
And a timestamp from eleven minutes earlier.
I looked at Chase.
He was staring at the screen too.
“You accessed it?”
“No.”
“Then someone did it using your identity.”
My father's voice cracked.
“Can they fake that?”
General Hale answered immediately.
“Not easily.”
The room seemed to shrink.
I leaned over the laptop.
The record included an authentication token.
I recognized the final four characters.
My old field code.
But the authentication key had been retired eight years ago.
“There.”
I pointed.
“That key shouldn't exist.”
General Hale nodded.
“Correct.”
My father looked between us.
“What does that mean?”
“It means someone recovered an obsolete military credential.”
Chase stepped closer.
“Who has access to those?”
“Fewer people than you think.”
“Could Mara have done it?”
The room went silent.
I looked at him.
“You know I didn't.”
He didn't answer.
General Hale watched him carefully.
Then he closed the laptop.
“We're leaving.”
“Where?”
“To the archive.”
My father stood.
“I'm coming.”
“No.”
“You just told me my daughter was involved in something that changed my understanding of her entire life.”
“And that's exactly why you shouldn't come.”
My father's face hardened.
“I am her father.”
General Hale stared at him.
“Tonight, you are also a potential witness.”
That stunned him.
Vivian was waiting outside.
“What happened?”
Nobody answered.
She looked at Chase.
“Tell me.”
He walked past her.
She grabbed his arm.
“Chase.”
He stopped.
“Was she really the commander?”
He looked at Vivian.
“Yes.”
Vivian released him.
Her face changed.
Not regret.
Fear.
She whispered,
“Then everything they told us was wrong.”
I heard that sentence from down the corridor.
Everything they told us.
Not everything we believed.
Everything they told us.
There was a difference.
At the archive, General Hale entered an emergency code.
The door opened.
Rows of sealed records filled the room.
Boxes.
Hard drives.
Physical logs.
Classified transcripts.
Night Lantern was stored in a reinforced cabinet.
General Hale unlocked it.
The folder was gone.
Not opened.
Gone.
The space where it had been was empty.
Chase whispered,
“No.”
General Hale turned.
“What?”
“I know that cabinet.”
He looked at Chase.
“What do you mean?”
“That folder wasn't here when I visited the archive six years ago.”
My eyes narrowed.
“You visited the archive?”
Chase went silent.
General Hale stared at him.
“When?”
“Six years ago.”
“Why?”
Chase shook his head.
“I was trying to understand what happened.”
“To whom?”
“To Evan.”
That was the first time Chase had said the name without being prompted.
General Hale stepped forward.
“What did you find?”
“Nothing.”
“That's not an answer.”
Chase's jaw tightened.
“I found a sealed report.”
“Which report?”
“The preliminary extraction report.”
My blood ran cold.
I remembered that report.
It had been written before the official version.
Before the medals.
Before the interviews.
Before Chase became the family hero.
“What did it say?” I asked.
Chase looked at me.
“It said you didn't leave Evan behind.”
General Hale froze.
Chase continued.
“It said Evan stayed because you ordered him to stay.”
“That isn't true.”
“I know.”
General Hale looked sharply at him.
“Then why did you say that?”
Chase's face collapsed.
“Because that's what the report said.”
I felt something twist inside me.
“No.”
I stepped backward.
“I never ordered him to stay.”
General Hale walked to the evidence console.
He activated an old terminal.
“There was one missing piece.”
“What?”
“The helmet camera.”
He looked at me.
“Evan's helmet camera was recovered.”
I stared at him.
“You told me it was destroyed.”
“I thought it was.”
He entered a code.
The archive system flashed red.
MEDIA FOUND.
My heart stopped.
A single video file appeared.
Timestamp:
02:13:47.
Ten years ago.
The night of Operation Night Lantern.
The general pressed play.
Static filled the screen.
Then a voice emerged.
My voice.
Breathing hard.
“Everyone move! Now!”
Gunfire erupted.
Then Evan shouted.
“Captain!”
I heard myself answer.
“Where are you?”
His voice came back through the static.
“I'm not coming with you.”
I leaned toward the screen.
“Why?”
Evan's voice cracked.
“Because Chase is already gone.”
The video cut to black.
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And beside me, Chase whispered:
“She wasn't supposed to hear that.”
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