'Many Thanks to aaaninja for the gift.'
Adam watched him go, then turned back to the Special Forces team, his gaze sweeping across each of them.
He straightened his posture, his voice firm yet approving.
"Well done, everyone." His tone carried weight, a rare complint coming from soone who expected only the best. "You did not disappoint. You've completed the mission perfectly."
The team stood at attention, silent and disciplined.
Then Adam added, "The local police confird that there were nineteen bodies found on-site. The identities are being processed now."
Nathan and Theo exchanged quick glances.
Natasha let out a slow breath. Hearing it out loud made it even more unreal.
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Anderson stepped forward, his voice steady but filled with respect.
"Thank you, Lieutenant. But it was all our Captain." He nodded toward Noah. "He did everything. We just escorted the scientist out."
Noah shook his head imdiately.
"Don't say that." His voice was calm but firm. "You followed orders correctly, and I'm pleased to say that you did well." His sharp eyes scanned the team. "You were vigilant throughout the mission, and you deserve praise nonetheless."
Adam nodded, his gaze flicking between the Captain and his team. "Captain Noah is correct."
There was a mont of acknowledgnt.
This wasn't empty praise—Noah wasn't the type to give out aningless complints.
The team had perford exactly as needed, without hesitation, without mistakes.
And that, in itself, was worthy of respect.
Adam exhaled, stepping back slightly. "You all should go rest."
The team saluted, their exhaustion finally settling in, their bodies aching from the tension of the mission.
They began to move toward the barracks—all except Noah.
"Lieutenant," Noah said, voice smooth yet unreadable. "I need to talk to you."
Adam paused mid-step, his brow furrowing slightly.
Then, after a brief glance at the others, he gave a curt nod.
"Alright. Walk with ."
As the team disappeared toward their quarters, Noah fell into step beside Adam, their boots hitting the ground in sync.
The base was quiet, save for the distant hum of generators and the occasional murmur of soldiers on night duty.
Adam's tone was more relaxed now. "What's on your mind?"
Noah's expression didn't change.
"The assassins," he said simply.
Adam's jaw tightened slightly. "...What about them?"
Noah's gaze stayed ahead, his posture unreadable.
"There was soone higher up pulling the strings. Soone still out there."
Adam's silence was enough of an answer.
Noah continued, his voice unshaken.
"I let one escape."
Adam's head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing. "What?"
Noah didn't slow down.
"Not out of rcy," he clarified. "Out of strategy."
Adam stared at him for a long mont, reading between the lines.
Then, his expression darkened.
"...You placed a tracker."
Noah finally smirked. "Yes, Lieutenant."
Adam let out a slow exhale, rubbing the back of his neck.
Adam exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. His instincts scread that this conversation was about to take a very serious turn.
"So," he started carefully, his gaze locked onto Noah, "I'm assuming you an that the person higher up is close to us?"
Noah gave a slight nod, his expression darkening.
"That's right." His voice was flat, devoid of hesitation. "There's a mole."
Adam's entire body tensed.
Noah's words carried weight—a claim like that, especially coming from him, was not to be taken lightly.
"That's why I let the man escape," Noah continued. "He'll lead straight to the source."
Adam's fingers twitched against his thigh, his mind racing.
A mole. Within their own ranks.
If anyone else had said it, he would have dismissed it as paranoia. But Noah?
Noah didn't speak without reason.
Adam's expression hardened, his tone lowering. "Noah, this is a serious claim." His voice carried a weight of its own. "Saying that there's a spy or traitor within our own ranks—it's not sothing you throw around lightly."
Noah's gaze didn't waver.
"I know, Lieutenant." His voice was calm. Cold. "But I'm informing you now because I want our mission to be kept a secret."
Adam's brows furrowed.
"What do you an?"
Noah's arms crossed over his chest.
"Don't disclose who completed the mission."
Silence.
A heavy, unspoken tension hung between them.
Noah continued, "Just give a day or two at most and by then i will get you, what you want."
Adam studied him for a long mont.
Then, he sighed deeply.
"You're asking for a lot, Captain."
Noah tilted his head slightly, his smirk faint.
"I always do."
Adam ran a hand through his hair.
Keeping a mission like this classified—keeping the nas of those involved completely off the record—wasn't easy.
But if Noah was right…
If a traitor was embedded within their own ranks…
Then revealing the truth too soon could an losing their chance to catch them, or so he thought.
After a long pause, Adam nodded. "Alright. You've got two days, max."
Noah gave a small nod.
Adam's jaw tightened, his voice serious. "Do you need backup?"
Noah's smirk faded.
His voice dropped low.
"No, it's fine."
Adam exhaled sharply, watching Noah with a mix of unease and trust.
Whatever Noah was planning…
He would see it through.
Alone.
Adam watched Noah for a mont before reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, ID card.
"I almost forgot," Adam said, handing it over. "Here. Take this."
Noah glanced down, taking the card between his fingers. It was a military-issued identification badge, officially recognizing him as part of the Special Forces unit. His na, rank, and clearance level were displayed neatly alongside the military emblem.
Adam gave him a pointed look. "This shows that you're part of the military forces—just in case so cop stops you for speeding."
Noah tilted his head slightly, his lips quirking upward. "You say that like it's a possibility, not a guarantee."
Adam shot him a dry look. "Don't give that, Thompson. You broke every traffic law in existence on your way here. You didn't just speed—you treated the city like your personal racetrack."
Noah slipped the ID card into his pocket without reaction.
"I had to arrive as fast as possible. So I got a few tickets" His voice was smooth, casual—completely unbothered.
Adam let out a short, humorless chuckle.
Adam's expression flattened. "A few? More like you didn't leave a single ticket unearned."
Noah smirked.
"A minor inconvenience."
Adam shook his head, rubbing his temples as if warding off a headache.
"Well, don't worry. I dismissed them for the ergency. But next ti, at least pretend to follow the law."
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