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“This wasn’t just intelligence-level clearance.”
He doesn’t react.
Not outwardly.
But I see it.
The shift.
The focus.
The readiness.
“It was joint access,” I continue. “Cross-program.”
Silence.
Then—
“Define cross-program.”
I hold his gaze.
“You.”
A beat.
Then—
“Me?”
“And me.”
That lands.
Hard.
Because now—
It’s not just a leak.
It’s personal.
Jase
That’s not good.
That’s not even remotely good.
“That kind of access doesn’t just happen,” I say.
“No.”
“So either someone built a bridge—”
“Or someone was already standing in both worlds.”
Yeah.
