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But neither of us does.
Because we both know—
This just changed everything.
“I’ve seen that mark tied to one operation,” I say.
He waits.
Doesn’t interrupt.
Doesn’t push.
That’s new.
“That operation was buried,” I continue. “Not classified. Not sealed.”
“Erased.”
“Yes.”
His jaw tightens.
“Who ran it?”
I hesitate.
Again.
Because this is the part that matters.
The part that changes everything.
“…it wasn’t a who,” I say quietly.
“It was a designation.”
“Which is?”
I swallow.
Because even saying it—
Feels like opening a door we can’t close.
“Project Helix.”
Jase
Yeah.
That name?
That’s a problem.
A big one.
Because I’ve heard of it.
