Chapter 5: The Man Behind the Authorization
For several seconds, I simply stared at the signature.
The paper felt heavier than it should have.
A single name.
A single line.
A single decision.
Colonel Marcus Reed.
The man who had stood beside me moments earlier.
The man who had asked if I was injured.
The man who had looked at Commander Sullivan with disgust after what happened on the parade field.
The man I thought was trying to protect the truth.
Now his name was sitting at the bottom of the document that had exposed my identity.
I slowly lowered the paper.
Nobody spoke.
The young intelligence officer who delivered it looked uncomfortable, like he wished he could disappear from the room.
Colonel Reed looked at me.
Not angry.
Not defensive.
Just tired.
That was almost worse.
“Captain…”
I lifted my hand.
“Don’t.””
He stopped.
The security officer looked between us.
“Sir, should I step out?””
Colonel Reed answered immediately.
“No.””
I looked at him.
“No?””
“No.””
His voice was calm.
“Because whatever happens next, everyone in this room needs to hear it.””
I almost laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because those words sounded exactly like something Daniel Cross would have said.
Everyone needs to hear it.
Truth was always more dangerous when it arrived all at once.
I placed the authorization form on the table.
“You opened my file.””
Colonel Reed nodded.
“Yes.””
The honesty surprised me.
I expected an excuse.
A denial.
A complicated explanation.
Instead, he admitted it.
“Why?””
He looked at the floor for a moment.
Then back at me.
“Because I needed answers.””
The response was simple.
Too simple.
“Answers about what?””
“About Night Harbor.””
The room became quiet again.
That operation followed me everywhere.
Even when nobody spoke its name.
Especially when nobody spoke its name.
“You believed I was hiding something,” I said.
“No.””
“Then what?””
Colonel Reed walked back toward the table.
“I believed someone was hiding something from you.””
I frowned.
“What does that mean?””
“It means your file was never supposed to remain sealed forever.””
I stared at him.
“That was the agreement.””
“Yes.””
“You signed that agreement.””
“Yes.””
“And now you broke it.””
His expression tightened.
“Yes.””
The answer landed harder than an excuse would have.
Because he was not trying to escape responsibility.
He was accepting it.
That made me even more suspicious.
“Start explaining.””
Colonel Reed took a breath.
“Six months ago, I received information that someone was searching for details connected to Night Harbor.””
“Who?””
“We didn’t know.””
“Ethan Voss?””
“No.””
“Daniel Cross?””
“No.””
“Then who?””
He looked at the authorization form.
“That was the problem.””
I waited.
“There were no fingerprints. No digital trail. No external access.””
He paused.
“The person searching knew how to hide.””
My eyes narrowed.
“So you opened my file.””
“Yes.””
“To find out who was looking for information about me?””
“Yes.””
“And?””
“And I found something I was not expecting.””
The room felt colder.
“What?””
Colonel Reed looked at me.
“Your file had been modified.””
My expression changed.
“What?””
“Someone had altered your classified records.””
“That’s impossible.””
“I thought so too.””
“Who modified them?””
“That’s what I was trying to discover.””
I looked down at the document again.
“And you thought the answer was inside my identity file.””
“Yes.””
“Did you find it?””
Colonel Reed hesitated.
That hesitation told me everything.
“You did.””
He did not respond.
“Colonel.””
He closed his eyes briefly.
“Yes.””
The security officer quietly stepped away from the conversation.
Not because he was leaving.
Because he understood something important.
This was no longer about a security breach.
This was about a betrayal.
“What did you find?””
Colonel Reed reached into a folder on the table.
He removed several pages.
Then placed them in front of me.
I looked down.
The first page was an intelligence report.
The second was a mission summary.
The third was a photograph.
A photograph of Daniel Cross.
But not the Daniel Cross I remembered.
This one was older.
Different.
Taken years after Night Harbor.
My hands tightened.
“Where did you get this?””
“Your file.””
I looked at him.
“That means someone knew he survived.””
“Yes.””
“Who?””
“That’s what I don’t know.””
I stared at the photograph.
Daniel Cross was standing beside another person.
The image was grainy.
The lighting was poor.
But I knew the second person immediately.
Commander Ethan Voss.
My stomach tightened.
“They worked together.””
Colonel Reed nodded.
“That’s what it appears.””
“No.””
I looked closer.
“This picture was staged.””
The room went silent.
The security officer looked at me.
“How can you know that?””
“Because Daniel would never stand like this.””
The officer frowned.
“What?””
I pointed at the image.
“He’s positioned toward the camera.””
“So?””
“Daniel never looked at cameras.””
Nobody spoke.
It sounded insignificant.
But small details kept people alive.
Especially people like Daniel.
He was always watching exits.
Always watching hands.
Always watching threats.
This photograph showed someone who wanted to be seen.
Someone pretending to be Daniel Cross.
Or someone forcing him to appear that way.
Colonel Reed studied me.
“You think the photograph is fake?””
“I think someone wanted us to believe a story.””
“What story?””
“That Daniel survived.””
“But he did.””
I looked at him.
“Yes.””
A pause.
“But that doesn’t mean this is the truth.””
Before anyone could answer, the building alarm activated.
A low warning tone filled the room.
Not the emergency evacuation alarm.
A security lockdown.
The security officer immediately checked his tablet.
“Sir.””
Colonel Reed turned.
“What now?””
The officer’s face changed.
“We have movement in the restricted archive.””
“Who?””
The officer typed quickly.
Then stopped.
“Commander Sullivan.””
My eyes narrowed.
Again.
Brock Sullivan.
Always appearing at exactly the wrong moment.
Colonel Reed looked at me.
“Stay here.””
I almost smiled.
“No.””
“Captain.””
“He was involved.””
“We don’t know that.””
“He had my file targeted.””
“He may have been framed.””
I looked at him.
“And you believe that?””
A long silence.
Finally, Colonel Reed answered.
“Yes.””
That surprised me.
“Why?””
“Because Brock Sullivan is many things.””
He looked toward the door.
“But he is not subtle.””
That was true.
Sullivan was aggressive.
Proud.
Careless.
But a person trying to steal classified information would not announce himself by hitting someone in front of a thousand witnesses.
Unless…
Unless someone wanted him to look guilty.
I stood.
“Take me to the archive.””
Colonel Reed shook his head.
“Absolutely not.””
“Why?””
“Because if someone is trying to expose you, walking directly into a trap is exactly what they want.””
I looked at the photograph again.
Daniel.
Ethan.
The secrets buried under Night Harbor.
Everything connected.
“I’ve spent eight years avoiding traps.””
I picked up the folder.
“Maybe that’s why someone finally built one they knew I would enter.””
The archive corridor was already sealed when we arrived.
Two armed security officers stood outside the door.
Brock Sullivan was inside.
Alone.
Or at least that was what the security system showed.
Colonel Reed approached.
“Open the door.””
One officer hesitated.
“Sir, Commander Sullivan refused to exit.””
“Open it.””
The lock released.
The door slid open.
Inside, the room was dark.
Computers lined the walls.
Files filled secure storage cabinets.
And in the center of the room stood Brock Sullivan.
His uniform was disordered.
His face looked exhausted.
But he was holding something.
A small black device.
My black device.
The authentication key that had disappeared from his uniform.
Everyone froze.
Sullivan looked at me.
Then at Colonel Reed.
“I know what this looks like.””
Nobody answered.
He took a step forward.
“I didn’t steal this.””
The security officers raised their weapons slightly.
Sullivan looked directly at me.
“Captain Hayes.””
“What?””
His voice lowered.
“You need to understand something.””
“What?””
He looked at the device in his hand.
Then back at me.
“I found this hidden inside my own locker.””
Silence.
Colonel Reed frowned.
“When?””
“Ten minutes ago.””
“That’s impossible.””
“No.””
Sullivan shook his head.
“That’s exactly what someone wanted you to think.””
I studied him carefully.
For the first time since meeting Brock Sullivan, I believed he might be telling the truth.
Then he said the words that changed everything.
“The person who planted this wanted you and me fighting each other.””
A pause.
“And I know who they are.””
Everyone went still.
Colonel Reed stepped forward.
“Who?””
Sullivan looked at me.
His eyes were serious.
“The person who betrayed Night Harbor.””
Then he said a name.
A name that made my entire body freeze.
Because it was someone I had never suspected.
Someone who had been beside me from the beginning.
Someone who had helped build the life of Captain Avery Hayes.
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Someone who had been dead for years.
But apparently wasn’t.
