Operation- | Endgame

“What you’re about to hear doesn’t exist,” Vance said, voice flat as a winter road. “If you’re captured, we will deny you. If you’re killed, we will bury someone else’s name. Do you understand?”

Silence again, heavier this time.

“Meet the Stinger . Parasite aircraft. It will dock with Croft’s jet at 30,000 feet via magnetic grapples. You’ll have seven minutes from breach to extraction. After that, the Stinger detaches, and Croft’s plane continues on autopilot to a very final destination.” Operation- Endgame

Ghost picked up the photo of Croft, turned it over. On the back, someone had written three words in faint pencil: “What you’re about to hear doesn’t exist,” Vance

He stood up.

Nods. Silence.

“Six minutes now,” Vance said, glancing at his watch. “You’ve been listening for one.” Do you understand