The sound of boots echoed down the empty hallway. The base was quiet, too quiet. It had been a long time since it felt this still, and something about it didn’t sit right with him.

He paused outside his office.

Price stepped inside and flicked on the light. The room was neat and smelled of smoke. Big maps on the wall. He didn't have any strength to even look at them.

But it wasn’t the maps that had brought him here tonight. It was the intel, classified and encrypted. And that nagging voice at the back of his mind? It was getting louder.

He set a folder on the desk and opened it, the dull scrape of paper breaking the silence. The first page was blank. But the second… that’s where the real information was hidden. His eyes narrowed as he read. Every word, every line, pointed to only one thing...

They were being watched.