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“Yes.”
No irritation.
No urgency.
Just acknowledgment.
“And the SEAL?”
A pause.
Measured.
“He’s getting closer.”
That earns a faint shift.
Interest.
Not concern.
“Good.”
The man studies the screen.
Watching the variables move.
Media pressure.
Legal escalation.
Public opinion shifting in real time.
“And the pressure?” another voice asks.
“Building.”
He nods once.
Satisfied.
“Then accelerate Phase Three.”
Silence follows.
Because everyone in the room knows what that means.
A different kind of attack.
Not physical.
Not legal.
Personal.
“Leak the real fear,” he says.
And somewhere—
