“I’m not here to finish your mission,” I said. “I’m here to end it.”
The base’s giant hatch opened slowly, as if it recognized me.
Light spilled out into the deep like a mouth opening.
And right before the signal cut, Eagle Three’s voice returned—fading, desperate.
“Don’t let it out, Falcon…”
Then silence.
On the ship above, the screen flickered one last time.
My capsule disappeared into the glowing maw of the ocean.
The feed went dark.
Radar flatlined.
The sea swallowed everything.
And far above, in the early morning sky, two stealth fighters streaked past at full speed, wings tilting in a silent salute toward the endless water below—
Honoring the call sign that had once saved the skies.
Falcon One returned to the deep.
