PART 3 — THE BETRAYAL INSIDE GLASS HARBOR
A pain she had buried for nearly three decades rose into her throat.
Chapter 3
PART 3: THE WOMAN WITH SEVEN COILS WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO COME BACK — THEN A FOUR-STAR GENERAL SALUTED HER
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“Why didn’t he come home?”
“Because he learned the mission had been compromised from inside.”
Miller’s expression hardened.
“By whom?”
Elias looked at him.
“Someone in American command.”
The MPs exchanged glances.
Travis whispered, “Jesus.”
Elias continued.
“Daniel and I discovered the hostage location had been leaked deliberately. Glass Harbor wasn’t sent only to rescue people.”
Naomi stared.
“We were sent to disappear.”
“Yes.”
“Who gave the order?”
Elias reached into his coveralls.
The MPs immediately tensed.
He slowly withdrew an old photograph.
Seven young operatives stood shoulder to shoulder.
Naomi.
Daniel.
Elias.
Four others.
On the back was a handwritten name.
Miller read it.
His face turned gray.
Naomi saw his reaction.
“Who?”
Miller didn’t answer.
She took the photograph.
And stopped.
The name was familiar.
Not because it belonged to a secret enemy.
Because it belonged to someone she had trusted most of her life.
Colonel Robert Mercer.
Her father.
Naomi stared at the letters.
“That’s impossible.”
Elias said nothing.
“My father created Glass Harbor.”
“Yes.”
“He trained us.”
“Yes.”
“He sent Daniel and me on that mission.”
“Yes.”
Her voice broke.
“Why would he betray us?”
Elias’s answer came softly.
“He didn’t.”
Naomi looked up.
Miller frowned.
“You just said his name was connected.”
“It was.”
Elias took a breath.
“Because Robert Mercer discovered who actually compromised the operation.”
“Who?”
Elias looked past Naomi.
At General Miller.
Every soldier shifted.
Miller went perfectly still.
Travis instinctively took one step away from him.
Naomi’s eyes narrowed.
“Arthur?”
Miller whispered, “Naomi, I can explain.”
Elias interrupted.
“He can.”
Naomi turned toward him.
“And he should.”
Miller looked suddenly twenty years older.
“I leaked the location.”
The range fell silent.
Naomi’s face emptied.
“You?”
“I was ordered to.”
“By whom?”
“Deputy Director Warren Hale.”
Naomi remembered the name.
Everyone in
intelligence had.
Hale later became one of the most celebrated national security officials of his generation.
He died fifteen years earlier.
Miller continued.
“Hale told me the safe house had been compromised and ordered me to transmit a false evacuation route. I didn’t know it would expose Glass Harbor.”
Naomi’s voice sharpened.
“But it did.”
“Yes.”
“And my brother?”
Miller looked down.
“I spent twenty-eight years believing he died because of me.”
Elias stepped forward.
“He didn’t.”
Naomi turned.
“You said eleven years.”
“He spent those eleven years proving Miller had been manipulated.”
Elias pointed toward the duct-taped stock.
“Everything is inside that rifle.”
Travis frowned.
“Inside?”
Naomi stared at it.
Then understood.
The mismatched pieces.
The tape.
The unnecessary weight.
She removed the magazine, cleared the chamber, and handed the rifle to Elias.
He pressed a nearly invisible catch beneath the stock.
A narrow compartment opened.
Inside was a
sealed metal cylinder.
Miller whispered, “Daniel hid evidence in the rifle.”
“Names. Accounts. Communications. Orders.”
Naomi’s hands shook.
“Why send it now?”
Elias looked at her.
“Because the final person involved became reachable this week.”
The tension returned instantly.
Miller’s jaw tightened.
“Who?”
Elias turned toward the soldiers.
Then pointed.
At Sergeant Travis.
Travis recoiled.
“What?”
Naomi stared at him.
Elias said, “Not him.”
He pointed at Travis’s phone.
The phone Travis had used to mock Naomi.
Its screen was still recording.
“He’s livestreaming to a private squad channel.”
Travis looked confused.
“So?”
Elias smiled.
“Exactly.”
Then Naomi understood.
“You wanted witnesses.”
“Hundreds of them.”
Miller looked around.
Every phone.
Every soldier.
Every camera.
Elias had engineered the entire morning.
The mysterious maintenance assignment.
Naomi’s arrival.
The rifle.
The range.
Even the mockery had unintentionally guaranteed that dozens of people recorded everything.
“You didn’t bring me here to expose someone,” Naomi said.
Elias nodded.
“I brought you here so nobody could bury you again.”
The words hit harder than any gunshot.
Miller looked toward the sealed cylinder.
“Then who is the final person?”
Elias’s expression softened.
“There isn’t one.”
Naomi frowned.
“What?”
“Daniel already exposed everyone who mattered.”
“Then why now?”
Elias reached into the cardboard box and lifted a second envelope Naomi had somehow missed beneath the torn lining.
Her name was written across it.
In Daniel’s handwriting.
Naomi stopped breathing.
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