FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!
Her heels clicked on marble floors, heart pounding as she slipped a micro-drive into her pocket—stolen from the White House servers, containing prelims on the missile's trajectory data.
Vardo waited in the shadows of the lower levels, his presence a ghost in the machine of global power. As a 'consultant' on defense tech, he'd finagled access, but the real play was riskier. His company, Harlan Armaments, stood accused of the leak, though he swore it was sabotage by rivals. Nia's role? The bridge. She'd smuggled the intel past checkpoints, her cover as a low-level aide holding just enough.
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