This is Eagle One Code Red Send the extraction team And bring the military police, I have a prisoner
They mistook my silence for submission. They didn’t know that in my world, silence isn’t surrender—it’s target acquisition. And I just locked on. The garage was a sensory graveyard, smelling of oxidized motor oil, damp concrete, and the sour, persistent stench of cheap lager that seemed to seep from the very pores of the house….