Chapter 4 - The Man With Two Fingers

“Don't shoot,” Olivia called when the gate guards raised their weapons. “I know him.”

The truck's driver stepped out slowly, both hands visible. His left hand ended in two fingers and a scarred palm. His name was Ben Torres, or it had been when they were trapped under a collapsed transmitter station together.

“Ben?” Olivia crossed the gravel before Hale could stop her.

Torres caught her in a hug so quick it looked like a collision. “You were supposed to stay hidden.”

“You were supposed to be dead.”

“Same plan. Different failures.”

He was gaunt, his beard streaked with gray, but his laugh was still dry and crooked. Then he turned serious. “Voss didn't come back to the base for you. He came for the ledger.”

Hale approached. “What ledger?”

“The one Mara made before the extraction.” Ben held up a small brass key. “Olivia kept half the proof. I kept the location of the rest.”

Olivia's stomach tightened. “You told me the safe was destroyed.”

“I lied because everyone with the coordinates disappeared.”

Hale led them into an isolated conference room, away from windows. Ben sketched a rough map on the back of an incident form: an old fuel station outside Fort Arden, four miles past a defunct quarry. A steel locker lay buried beneath its concrete floor.

“Why show up today?” Hale asked.

“Because someone contacted the only person Voss couldn't scare into silence.”

“Who?”

Ben looked straight at Olivia. “Your mother.”

Olivia's breath caught. Her mother, Ellen Reed, had died two winters ago. She had identified the body herself. She remembered the hospital smell and the empty chair beside the bed.

“That's impossible.”

“Then explain this.” Ben handed her a phone. The message had arrived at 6:14 that morning. It contained a single recording.

Ellen's voice played through the speaker, low and unmistakable: “Liv, honey, don't trust the colonel until he tells you what happened at Marker Seven.”

Hale took one step backward.

Olivia looked up. “What's Marker Seven?”

The colonel didn't answer.

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Instead, somebody cut the lights.

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