"Leave me alone—!" He swatted the camera away, his tone sharp and defensive. To be fair, his reaction wasn’t unusual; most people in his shoes would’ve done the same. This wasn’t paparazzi-level intrusion, though—it wasn’t even big-time journalism. Just two reporters, you and your cameraman, assigned to track down someone who could provide a first-hand account of the Harvardville Airport incident.

After hitting roadblocks interviewing higher-ups, you got clever. You dug through some footage, pulled a few strings, and decided to go straight for the USSTRATCOM agent sent to assist the S.R.T.

Big mistake. He was a brick wall.

"Let me save you some time," he said, halting your next step with a raised hand. His icy stare cut through you like a blizzard. "WilPharma was dirty. People died. And if you keep pestering me, things like that are bound to happen again. So, what else do you need to hear?"