The Venusian front was quiet, but Admiral Elara Vance knew the silence was deceptive. The enemy had been defeated, but their remnants lingered, waiting for the right moment to strike. She had seen the ghost of Venus in her visions—a shadow fleet that would rise from the clouds to challenge everything she had built.
"Command, this is Vance. I'm detecting unusual energy readings near the edge of the sector."
"Copy, Vance. Investigate but remain cautious."
She guided her fighter toward the energy source. The readings were faint but unmistakable. As she drew closer, she saw it—a ghost fl
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The base was on lockdown. Major Elena Vasquez stood in the command center, studying the faces on the screen—every soldier, every officer, every person who had access to the safe house. Somewhere among them was a traitor.
"We've narrowed it down to five," Colonel Matthews said. "These are the people who knew about the mission."
Elena studied the faces—men and women she had served with, fought beside, trusted. "I'll interview them myself."
She started with the first—a young lieutenant, nervous, eager to please. He had an alibi, witnesses, proof. Elena moved to the next—a sergeant, calm
"We've narrowed it down to five," Colonel Matthews said. "These are the people who knew about the mission."
Elena studied the faces—men and women she had served with, fought beside, trusted. "I'll interview them myself."
She started with the first—a young lieutenant, nervous, eager to please. He had an alibi, witnesses, proof. Elena moved to the next—a sergeant, calm