The younger suit’s jaw flexed. “We did what we thought was in the national interest.”
“Then maybe the national interest needs a new set of people making decisions.”
Murmurs erupted around the table.
“Jensen,” the General said carefully, “I understand this has been emotionally taxing—”
Emotionally taxing.
Like we’d had a rough day at the office.
“But this position gives you the chance to make sure nothing like Echo happens again.”
I leaned back in my chair, suddenly, painfully tired.
“I already have that chance.”
He frowned. “And what chance is that?”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small black sat device Miles had given me. The same one I’d used to call Julia.
“I have something better than oversight. Better than a title. Better than sitting in this room pretending you’ll listen if I say something you don’t like.”
“And what is that?” the General asked quietly.
I thought of Julia—her voice soft and shaking on the phone, the way she’d said Don’t disappear on me, and how her eyes had looked on the tarmac, like she was losing something important all over again.
“My own damn life,” I said. “And someone I’m not willing to lose.”
The General said. “You’re turning the position down.”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure.”
“Yes.”
“You understand what you’re walking away from?”
“Yes.”
“You’re making a mistake,” he said.
“No,” I said, standing. “I’m finally making the right call.”
A long silence stretched.
The General exhaled through his nose. “Then you’re dismissed.”
I nodded once.
Walked to the door.
Opened it.
Paused.
“Just so we’re clear,” I said without looking back, “if I hear you’re building Echo 2.0, I won’t come with a report. I’ll come with a team.”
