Chapter 37
Calvin sat in the study, a dim light casting shadows over the documents spread out across the oak desk. His laptop glowed in front of him, fingers tapping with sharp rhythm as he dug into the name Ryan had finally given them—Damian Cross. At first, the name pulled up nothing more than ghost data—birthdate, past rank, vague mentions in old case files. But the deeper Calvin went, the more disturbing it became. Cross wasn’t just an agent. He had been one of the CIA’s elite—a shadow among shadows. Trained in every form of psychological warfare, infiltration, and black site interrogation techniques. His file marked him as “Tier One Clearance: Eyes Only.” Calvin muttered under his breath, “Jesus…” Even the CIA's own digital archives seemed…hollow. Sanitized. As if someone had gone through and
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